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| 1cf2be6 | A soft poke at my shoulder blade startled me. I spun to see Simon, Derek hanging back behind him. Simon grinned, the sight as familiar as Derek's scowl. he said. I pulled it out and waved it. He plucked it from my fingers and tucked it into my jacket pocket. | jumpy simon | Kelley Armstrong |