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The passing cars and bustling crowd blurred Desmond's view, blocking his line of sight.

By the time he snapped back to his senses, that familiar silhouette had already disappeared into the sea of people. It was as if the figure he thought he recognized was nothing more than a figment of his imagination.

He wondered if that was his imagination.

"Stop the car," he ordered abruptly. Desmond leaped ou