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The detective pulled up to the curb outside of the safe house, glancing into the other seat as his quiet passenger. He wasn't sure if she was simply shy, tired from the long journey from Ireland or simply a naturally taciturn person. Even if it was the latter it didn't bother him any. THe most irritating people he had to work with were some of the ones that would never stop talking.

"Here we are at our safehouse-slash-bookstore."

He glanced past her through the passenger side window to the front door of the establishment. His forehead creased into a pained expression.

"And there's our other new member. He can be a little bit overbearing sometimes. If you want we can skip the introductions and move on to your lodgings."

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