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The apartment he took them to sat above one of his closed restaurants in Brooklyn.
It was not luxurious in the loud way Lenora expected from men with money. It was clean, secure, private, and clearly meant for use rather than display.
Two bedrooms.
Small kitchen.
Thick curtains.
Serious locks.
Windows facing brick instead of skyline.
A safe place.
Not a beautiful continue reading …
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