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guy tried to waylay her, Anna elbowed her way up to the bar and asked the bartender for a club soda. Garrison watched her from his spot on the wall as she leaned on the bar, snatched an ice cube from her glass, then popped it into her mouth and crushed it between her teeth. Someone on the other side of Anna caught her up in a conversation and she turned away from Garrison. With her hair parted and her shoulders bare, Garrison could now see that sprawled across Anna’s upper back was the tattoo of a large bird, its wings outstretched and reaching almost from one shoulder to the other. Garrison suddenly realized that perhaps this was not the right setting to talk again with Anna. She might find it strange for him to have tracked her down and lurked in a corner all night waiting for an opportunity to talk to her. He quickly set his empty glass down at the end of the bar and walked behind Anna toward the door, the end of his scarf brushing across the tip of that tattooed bird’s wing. Anna looked up at the retreating figure, the only one in the room in a trench coat. The only one in the room with white hair. She stood and pushed her way through the crowd to the door that had just slammed shut behind the man. Opening it again, she was greeted by large snowflakes falling straight down. She looked up and down the shadowy street and spotted him.


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