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I shut the car door gently and tug the cap lower. This is it. The final stretch.

I wave down a passing taxi, climb in, and rattle off Hayes’s address, my voice trembling slightly. My pulse refuses to settle, adrenaline still coursing through me.

Almost there, Sloane. You’re almost safe.

As the taxi pulls away from the curb, I glance down at myself. God, I look ridiculous. The uniform is baggy, swa