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Fraser nodded and settled back in the chair, letting Ray’s touch soothe him. As usual, Fraser talked while Ray worked, and Ray took his sweet time, enjoying every moment.
Ray needed to get his mind off Fraser, and Joe seemed like a good way to do that.
It was a CD-ROM in a plastic jewel case, with a strip of silver duct tape stuck to it. In black sharpie someone had scrawled a single word on the not-shiny side: “témoin”