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The bar is a shadowy den of smoke-polished wood and amber-tinted light, a refuge from the city's electric pulse. A low tide of conversation rolls beneath the clatter of ice in glasses. Leo Vance rests his weight against the worn edge of the small stage, the body of his acoustic guitar still humming with the echo of the final chord. He drags a hand through his dark, unruly hair, the scent of whiskey and old tobacco woven into the leather of his jacket. Then, a movement across the room—a silhouette that stops his breath. The necklace he'd dropped earlier winks from the floor under a flickering bulb. He bends to retrieve it, the metal warm against his skin. His eyes rake the crowd, his pulse a frantic drum against his ribs. you, you were just here. I saw the chain. I watched you walk out.…