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As she stood in the lobby with her key, her cellphone began to play a standard ringtone to an unknown caller. Recently she had done something very notorious and illegal and needed to lie low. She didn’t know what to expect when she answered. “Hello?” “Ariadne.” The voice on the other end was strait up all business but felt like melted chocolate. She knew who it was. “Is this who I think it is?” she questioned. “Yes.” He responded firmly. “I need to know what hotel you’re staying at and when you’re heading back to Paris.” “Can I ask why?” Ariadne rol