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team. But if you need something while you're here, just tell someone."
    "How long am I expected to stay?" Although the food was so good, if her Dad wasn't in trouble she might be convinced to stick around.
    Jaden raised her hands, palms out. "Again, I don't have the details. You'll have to ask the boss."
    "Does the boss have a name?"
    Jaden's grin was fast and full of light. "Slick Micky."
    The name had Mira choking on her coffee. A terrible thing to do to such an excellent brew. Everyone who spent more than five minutes in Chicago would've felt the same. Micky had a ruthless reputation on the street for delivering anything, anytime, anywhere. Last she'd heard, he'd been declared dead, not that she believed it. "I've been smuggled?" Good grief, who would've arranged that? Her mother was in on it with who else? And what did they tell him she could offer in trade?
    "Looks like." Jaden rose to leave. "Don't worry about it. Take your time with breakfast. The door's unlocked and his office is two floors down whenever you feel up to it."
    "Thanks."
    "You're welcome. And good luck."
    Mira figured she'd need some luck on her side for the task her mother had given her. She savored the rest of her breakfast, refilled her coffee mug from the small carafe, then set the tray aside and poked through the shopping bag.
    Jaden, or whoever had done the shopping, had thought of everything.
    As she climbed out of bed, she wasn't surprised her pockets were empty. Someone had found the key and contact lens box. Maybe the person who had the items now would know what to do with them. So far, she had no idea.
    With her limited options, Mira took her time getting around and indulged in a real water shower to dust off the last of the mental cobwebs. No wonder Micky's mules were notoriously loyal.
    She stared at her reflection as she brushed her teeth, her mind drifting over that last cryptic encounter with her mother.
    She had to assume the black bag was with the same person who took the key. A study of the tidy white room as she absently worked the toothbrush over her teeth, proved there was nothing of any color save the food tray.
    Slick Micky must have confiscated the bag along with the key and contacts. A smart girl would've looked into the bag when she picked it up, but she was just a healer, not a spy. Whatever she was mixed up with, whatever the Five were trying to avoid, it was going to take skills beyond her extensive ability to disguise her appearance and falsify employment records.
    Donning a wig and manipulating a few computer records might have been enough as she moved around to avoid detection as a healer, but she was pretty sure it wouldn't be enough to find her dad.
    Realizing she was gnawing on the bristles of the toothbrush, she returned to the bathroom and finished the job properly.
    She glanced out the window, but didn't see much beyond a field of urban decay. No helpful landmarks. It was second nature to straighten up the room. She didn't consider herself obsessive and she refused to beat herself up for momentarily delaying the inevitable meeting 'two floors down'.
    But the coffee was clearly full-caff quality and she was getting twitchy. Better to get on with it, because the answers weren't going to magically appear on the white walls. Unfortunately.
    With the shopping bag in hand, she stepped into the hallway and followed the signs to the nearest stairwell, passing an elevator along the way.
    If she didn't know better, she'd swear she was in a hospital. Had Slick Micky commandeered an abandoned hospital after the health care reformation? She tried to recall the location of closed facilities, but there were several that would qualify. Without any landmarks or street signs she didn't know what part of Chicago she was in.
    She left the stairwell and looked both ways. After a moment, she turned left. That's where the offices would be if this had been a working medical facility.
    She reached an open door and peeked in. The man behind

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