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Nash

Day 2 • 12:20 p.m.

“You can’t possibly expect me to work my magic surrounded by the scent of freshly ground coffee without a venti caramel macchiato in my hand, can you?” Kloz said as he sat behind the manager’s desk in the back office of the Starbucks on Kedzie.

The room was cluttered, no more than a hundred square feet, with the desk pressed against the back wall and random boxes of supplies littering every inch of open floor space. With Kloz behind the desk and Nash standing to his right, the manager had to stand in the hallway outside the office.

“What about you? Would you like something?” the manager asked Nash. He had thinning brown hair, glasses, and about thirty pounds more than his frame was built to carry. He shuffled from side to side, his hands in constant movement. Nash couldn’t help but wonder what inhaling coffee fumes for ten hours a day would do to a person. “Can I get a regular large coffee, black?”

“What kind? We’ve got blond, dark, decaf Pike Place, Caffè Misto, Clover —”

“Regular large coffee, black,” Nash repeated.

His shoulders slumped. “I’ll see what I can do.”

Nash watched him disappear down the hall toward the front of the shop, then turned back to Kloz. “Well?”

Kloz had three windows open on the monitor. He was studying the text on the third with narrow eyes. “This thing is old, at least five years. The drive is only a half gig, and they’re running an HD camera setup at 1080p.”

“Don’t make me hurt you. I need it in English.”

The Fifth to Die: A gripping, page-turner of a crime thriller

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