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"You got it," Chloe Bishop replied, no longer asking questions as she expertly navigated the car through the late-night traffic of Sea City.

In the back seat, Sarah Vance was simmering with a restless indignity. The more she replayed the conversation with Arthur Vance, the more she felt her rebuttal hadn't been sharp enough. "Chloe," she said, her voice dropping into a cold, determined tone