"Hello."

"Hi." Jane could be my twin, except for having long light brown hair, hers is cut into a bob, and her skin is darker. "Where are you from?"

"Here. My grandparents emigrated from Lebanon, though."

"Jane's the new bartender," Reid explains.

"Oh, cool, well in that case, I'll have a really, really dirty olive martini."

"Sure." Jane smiles and starts mixing my drink.

"So, I can't believe it was just last week."

"What do you mean?"

Reid gives me a warning look. "That's old news now."

I ignore him. "A man lured his date out of this bar last Thursday. She was drugged, and found murdered in a basement apartment around the corner."...

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