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The Apartment #41


Danes grinned inanely while Ryland, hands clasped behind his back, itemised point by point everything that had happened in the apartment block. Danes frequently nodded, sometimes looked thoughtful, but not once did the smile disappear.
Never judge a book by its cover, Ryland thought. Yet a quick glance at any cover will tell you whether it belongs in a library or on a sewer.
"Mr Ryland," Harry Danes said, suddenly standing up. "I would like to meet everyone here. Together. In this room. Could you arrange a meeting? Tomorrow evening? Yes? Haha, most excellent."
And he left without another word.

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