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Some things never change.

Ramon lights up another cigarette. Half a dozen butts litter the street by his feet.

He knew the minute he saw Issac's body. The additional data Mr. Lensherr sent along only confirmed it. This shouldn't be possible. Isaac's killer has been dead for over twenty years.

Ramon stares at the juggling rooster on the Cock and Balls bar sign. He doesn't have to do this. He could send in Mortimer or Dominic instead. They've never met the man.

He doubts they'd survive.

The broken glass outside the window, layers of peeling paint on the badly repaired doorsill, and strong stench of whiskey and cigar smoke are like a set piece from the worst part of his past. They should've stayed in Europe. America is too cold, too hard.

He takes one last drag on the cigarette and lets it fall to the ground. Time to go to work.

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She walks around him. Her hands slide up to his face. "I've spent the last seventeen years killing people for money. I thought I was done. Now I see I've only been training for this."

Her lips meet his again, desperate and longing.

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His hand comes up to tangle in her red hair as he pulls her close once more, to drink her in, savoring every second.

A promise both made alone twenty-three years ago, to be at last fulfilled with their reunion.