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“What’s your address?” he asked again.
The girl pressed her forehead against the window.
“I don’t know.”
“Street name?”
“No.”
“Neighborhood?”
She groaned. “Near the ocean.”
Ryan exhaled through his nose.
Near the ocean could mean five different places, and three of them had houses with gates, guards, and people who called lawyers before they called their own mothers.
“Can you unlock your phone?” he asked.
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