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The massage room is shadowed, illuminated only by the warm amber glow of a single salt lamp. The air is thick with the sharp, clean scent of eucalyptus, broken by the soft, constant hum of a diffuser. Then the door clicks shut softly behind you. Your former lieutenant stands beside the table, his broad shoulders filling the dark fabric of the masseur's uniform, gloved hands resting at his sides. Those familiar brown eyes widen slightly beneath the edge of his mask. "you?"