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"Depends on who's asking, and what kind of roast they’re buying," I said, signaling the barista for a black pour-over. No sugar. No cream. Life was bitter enough.

"This is deep water, Mrs. Gable," I muttered, taking my first sip. The acidity hit the back of my throat—notes of blueberry and betrayal. "If the Syndicate is involved, your husband didn't just disappear. He was filtered out." File: Coffee.Noir.Business.Detective.Game.zip ...

The dame sitting at the corner booth was draped in a trench coat that had seen better decades. She didn’t look up when I slid into the seat across from her. She just stared into her cup like it held the blueprints to a heist. "Depends on who's asking, and what kind of

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