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The Apartment #137

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DeStiy glared angrily, but either wouldn't or couldn't reply. Tisha watched Harry Danes: he was playing with Enoch DeStiy, she felt sure, but she was also certain he knew something she and the others didn't know. She couldn't help but smile as his eyes caught hers and the soft twinkle they held lightened her mood.
"What're you thinking, Mr Danes?" Ryland was getting exasperated. Too many questions, not enough answers. And Danes had answers.
Harry's smile broadened.
"Two points. Firstly, I think we've been through enough together to dispense with formalities, don't you? Call me Harry.
"Secondly. Well, secondly.... "

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