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“Why couldn’t we just meet them at the apartment?” Greta moans at me as I drag her through the crowd inside the food hall we arranged to meet.

“I think Bryant’s scared of you and figured you’re less likely to murder him in a public place.” I jest and spot a server to our left.

“Excuse me. We have reservations under the name Park. Party of four.”

It’s crazy busy in this place, given it’s not even seven pm yet, but it’s a bar and restaurant in a trendy part of the city, so I guess it’s to be expected even if it’s a weekday night.

The girl motions for us to follow her to a desk by the corner, where she checks her computer screen and then points us in the direction of the hall leading to private rooms at the back.

“Room fifteen. Two are already here.” She smiles sweetly, and we move off to head down the dim mood-lit hallway with a lot fewer people milling ar