The Last Dance at the Halo
The champagne was warm, which was the first sign that something was wrong. The second sign was the way the numbers on the ticker had begun to move in patterns that made no mathematical sense. The third sign was the man in the corner booth, watching Julian Ashmore with the patient stillness of a spider that knows the fly has already been caught. Julian ignored all three signs. He was...
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