A rustle behind her. A figure took the opposite chair. Tall, in a charcoal coat that swallowed the lamplight, hair glinting like ink when it moved. Rabbit’s features were neither entirely male nor female; they were a face constructed to be easy to forget. But the eyes—olive-gray and sharp as a razor’s edge—were impossible to misplace.
She leans in. Their noses touch.
"Hand over the prints, Mrs. Rabbit," the man said. "That exclusive is off the record. Permanently." jessica and rabbit exclusive
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