"Dr. Lecter," she said. "I've heard of you."

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The speakeasy on West Forty-Eighth Street pulsed with a rhythm that seemed to vibrate through the floorboards and into Clara Vaughn's bones. Jazz spilled from the stage like water from a broken dam—brass instruments screaming, drums pounding, a singer with a voice like smoked honey pouring out words about love and loss and the eternal American promise. Clara did not dance. She stood near the...

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