Heads turned as two handsome men—one tall, with black hair and the iciest blue eyes and dressed in Armani; the other not quite as tall, younger, fairer, but an excellent specimen dressed in casual but well-put-together retail—entered the bar. They weren’t fooling anybody. The body language was undeniable no matter what they wore—cops!
“There he is,” Press whispered. “Sitting against the window. Two o’clock.”
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