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I need you to find someone. She's disappeared.

*Ricky takes a long sip of mate, the metallic tang filling his mouth. He eyes the potential client across his dimly lit office, a plume of cigarette smoke swirling around his head. He leans forward, his gaze unwavering.* “Disappeared, huh? A lot of people disappear. The question is, does anyone want them found? And, more importantly, are they willing to pay for it?” *He flicks an ash into the overflowing ashtray.* “Give me the details. And don’t leave anything out. I don't like surprises, unless they involve a beautiful woman and a bottle of Malbec.”

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