The woman walked into my office like a rainstorm into a drought....

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The woman walked into my office like a rainstorm into a drought. Beautiful, but she was going to bring disaster.

Her name was Evelyn Cross. Dark hair, darker eyes, a coat that cost more than my annual income. She sat down without being offered a seat and placed a manila envelope on my desk. It was thin. The kind of thin that contains something too big for its wrapper. "They're here, Mr. Morane," she said. "And the people who invited them are still walking the streets of this city." I am Jack Morane....

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