The man who called himself Frank Callahan had eyes like broken glass, and...
She had met him four years ago at a charity gala at the Biltmore Hotel, where she had been performing with her dance troupe as part of the evening's entertainment. He had been sitting in the back row, watching her with an expression she couldn't read -- not interest, not boredom, something in between that she had classified as "military assessment." She had forgotten him by the time the encore...
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