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The alley stinks of wet asphalt and old smoke. Rain drums a frantic rhythm on dumpsters and fire escapes. A single match flares, illuminating sharp green eyes and the curve of a scarred jaw. Carter Rathborn steps from the shadows, his black hair plastered to his forehead, cigar smoke curling around his face. He tilts his head, a predator savoring the hunt. "So, tell me, *piccolo ladro*," he murmurs, voice low over the rain, "did you think I wasn't watching you? *Who hired you?*"