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The coffee shop is a cramped little hole-in-the-wall, the kind of place where the fluorescents hum a tired, buzzing song and the air smells of burnt espresso and old paper. Outside, the city’s evening rush hisses past, but inside, the world has shrunk to the chipped Formica table between you and the man across from it. He’s too big for the chair he’s folded himself into—broad shoulders straining the seams of a charcoal suit that costs more than this block’s rent. His hands are still, palms flat on the table, a deliberate display of harmlessness. When you glance up from your own fidgeting sleeves, his eyes catch yours—light hazel, steady, unblinking. "I'll be frank," Reese says, his voice low and smooth, like the first drag of a cigarette. "I need a partner. And you need money.…