Chapter 20

  "How are you?" she asked.

  "Busy. The West Village permit came through. We're deep in the buildout."

  "That's not what I asked."

  I looked at my coffee. "I know it's not."

  "He told me he talked to you," she said, carefully. "Marcus. He didn't tell me what was said. Just that he'd talked to yo...

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