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Listening in
Abby edged a bit closer, pretending to fumble with her phone so she could listen in on the suited men’s hushed conversations. The men in suits leaned in toward the leading fire marshal. One of them spoke in a low voice, but Abby managed to catch a few words. “Is the area secure?” he asked. “Did anyone see what was down there?” That last question made her pause.
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