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He’d dressed like he couldn’t be bothered. Faded blue jeans with a hint of green about the knees, a black polo shirt transitioning to gray with a collar that looked chewed on both sides. He looked like he’d been gardening. Maybe he had. It was laughable, but it didn’t altogether deflect attention from his angular, austere, and undoubtedly handsome face. Pru liked all of the above. He hadn’t once looked at his phone. He might not have had one on him, which also intrigued Pru. Perhaps it lay on a table upstairs in his room. Or immured in a jacket