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Elias adjusted his cufflink, the gold catching the amber glow of the chandelier. He wasn’t here for the cognac, though the 1948 vintage in his glass was exceptional. He was here for the —the legendary underground network of informants who operated out of the club’s high-stakes card rooms. "You’re late, Elias," a voice purred.
She slid a heavy brass key across the table. It was etched with the number . "The safe house?" Elias asked. Playbirds Continental No 49
He didn't turn. He knew the scent: jasmine and cold rain. It was Clara, the most dangerous of the flock. She slipped into the leather booth beside him, her silk dress shimmering like oil on water. Elias adjusted his cufflink, the gold catching the