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The green eyeshade made the man's eyes a pale yellow as he watched her. "Name?"
"Smith. Joan Smith."
He made a note on a card. "Address?"
"Dowman Road. Thirty-twenty Dowman Road."
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She signed JOAN SMITH. "Is that it?"
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Tracy waited until dark before she set out. The parades had moved on to Chartres Street, and in the distance Tracy could hear an echo of the pandemonium she had been swept up in earlier.
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