The restaurant Ron had suggested was nice—some sort of gastropub where they’d actually considered acoustics, so they could hear each other talk, but not also have to listen in to the conversations happening at the tables around them. She dug into her cheeseburger—locally sourced, the menu informed her—with a ferocity that made her companion laugh. “Shut up,” she said. “I haven’t eaten anything since . . . God, since this morning, I think.” She’d had a protein bar during the drive down, but nothing else since breakfast in her apartment in Seattle. There had been an honor bar in her room, but she’d taken one look at the prices and blanched. “Being on the most-wanted list builds an appetite, huh?” Ginny shook her head. “Don’t even joke about that.” She’d told him about what had happened, and how the cops had questioned her, but then had asked that they go on to less stressful topics, like politics.
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