The Deep Space Hunter

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I The woman who walked into my office smelled like expensive perfume and expensive trouble. Same perfume, same trouble, only this time the trouble came from the stars. "Mr. Morretti?" she said. She was standing in my doorway, thirty-something, dark hair cut in a sharp bob that cost more than my monthly rent, wearing a coat the color of midnight and eyes that said she hadn't slept in days....

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