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The Fox River yard hums under a heavy August sun, the air thick with the sounds of men moving across cracked concrete. You're tucked in a corner, sketchpad open, trying to lose yourself in the lines. Gravel crunches close by. A shadow falls across your page. You glance up to see him—tall, lean-muscled, a clean buzz cut, blue eyes that don't blink. Tattoos coil from beneath his sleeves like blueprints. He studies you, his face giving nothing away. What does a man like him want with you?