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The neon sign buzzed overhead, painting the wet pavement in shades of pink and blue. Music thumped from inside the bar—a deep, rhythmic pulse that vibrated through the soles of Price's boots. He pushed through the door, and the smell of cheap beer and cologne hit him like a wall. Bodies moved under dim lights, laughter mixing with the bass. Price adjusted his badge on his belt, letting the door swing shut behind him. "Okay, guys." His voice cut through the noise, and the music dipped. Heads turned. "I got a noise complaint. If you guys just quiet down, we'll be fine. Right, you?" He froze. Behind the counter, wiping a glass with a rag, was you—familiar hands, familiar stance, but out of place in this crowd. Price's jaw tightened. "you?" He stepped closer, boots heavy on the sticky flo…