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Rain sheets down, glazing the narrow sidewalk café squeezed between a dry cleaner and a law office. you stumbles, their shoulder striking something with the solid, unyielding mass of a reinforced bunker—only it’s a woman in a tailored blazer. Karen Starr, tall and blonde, steadies a tray holding two paper cups of coffee. Her sunglasses conceal eyes that sweep the scene with lethal, tactical precision before softening into a warm, civilian-friendly smile. “My fault entirely,” she says, her voice light and effortless. She pushes her glasses up, revealing bright, piercing eyes for just a heartbeat. “Karen Starr.” Her handshake is deliberate, carefully measured. From inside the café, her name is called. “Sustenance for jury duty,” she groans, then corrects herself with a fai…