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Claire accepted the rote of formalities – how've you been? please, sit. drink? only tap water, nothing else, yet to restock – before stating her business. They had, after all, not seen each other in years. It never hurt to be polite.
"I thought you could help me track down someone. Someone you know."
She handed him a photo.
"What secrets did she steal this time?" he asked, simple as that, as though he'd already figured out her target's identity.
"Oh, no secrets," Claire said lightly, cracking her knuckles. "Just my bike." Her brother's. It was sacred. "She's gonna pay for that."