"The full text of the order, as of this afternoon."

"You want us to leak it."

Winters moved toward the porch steps. "As far as anyone else knows, I came here to taunt you, in typical Winters fashion. One of my associates regularly takes breakfast at the Ruby Slipper on Canal Street an hour before he goes to his office. Most likely he will take that opportunity to read over the official text and anything else we may have uncovered."

"Right," Sayeva said.

She followed him down to the street. He opened the mailbox, and then underwent a slight transformation; his hair returned to its usual short, combed-back style and the pallor of his skin dulled. "You must have a fixation with my mailbox," Sa...

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