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“You're a private investigator!” I exclaimed. She smiled and nodded. Although I could guess that Tabak didn’t spend her days drinking martinis in Lamborghinis, I felt that the secretive, somewhat antiquated nature of her profession cloaked her in glamour and romance.
I wanted to know everything.
“Did you say you’re on a job later?”
“Yup. I have to sit on some guy’s balcony in Riverdale.”
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