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The sedan hummed along the empty highway, dawn bleeding across the horizon. Inside, the air hung thick with silence and the bitter scent of stale coffee. I drove with economical precision, my gaze fixed on the road, watching the broken white lines blur past. In the passenger seat, my new partner shifted restlessly, stealing glances at my profile, trying to read a face that had long since learned to show nothing at all. I felt the weight of his attention, my jaw tightening just a fraction. I didn't turn, but my voice cut through the quiet, calm and sharp. "You keep staring like that, you'll miss what's in front of you." The engine purred, carrying us toward another breach, another night in a motel that reeked of bleach and regret.