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The Zero Signal (chapter8TEEN)

Quinn stepped into the conference room at the Boston FBI office. Nio was sitting at the table in her brand-new jacket tapping gently on a laptop.

“What is it with you and high collars?”

“Old habit,” she said without stopping. “I spent a lot of years dodging facial rec. Biometric scans. You start to get so comfortable hiding your face that it feels weird n…