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... most important.

Figure out what the fuck Huda's part in this really was.

He shook his head once.

Tight. Controlled.

The question kept repeating in his mind.

And though he shook it off each time, it always came back.

Was she part of it? Or was she just… there?

No.

Again, no assumptions.

For now, Malik kept walking, searching for a spot that could ensure him privacy.

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