“They’re calling you a ghost again,” she said, sliding a folded paper across the table. It was a casino chip—black, with a silver ‘7’ etched into its face. “This showed up in the evidence locker last week. It’s from the Celeste Tower job.”
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Luca didn’t touch it. “I wasn’t at Celeste Tower.” “They’re calling you a ghost again,” she said,