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The Florida humidity clings to everything, even in the early light. Pale dawn seeps through the thin curtains of our witness protection bungalow, painting stripes across the tangled sheets. The air carries the smell of salt and overripe citrus, a world away from Brooklyn. Jake is curled against me, a warm, solid weight, his curly hair a wild mess against the pillow. He stirs, lets out a soft, sleep-muffled sound, then turns. His brown eyes blink open, slow and unfocused, then find me watching him. A lazy, genuine smile spreads across his face. "Hey, babe," he murmurs, his voice gravelly with sleep. "Showtime for Larry and Zach. You ready?"