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Rachel had become accustomed to the dangers that involved working as an information broker, especially having spent so much time watching the mafia. Bloodshed and death weren't uncommon occurrences, and tonight, as she sat in on a Gandor party in a downtown hotel, was no exception.

The minute the ballroom doors burst open, Rachel had slunk out onto the balcony and perched on the ledge. There she remained, poised and ready to climb the side of the building if she needed to, listening to the commotion inside.