Sammy was glaring at the empty air when Nightingale's voice diverted her focus. She took the cape, folded it on the bias and tied the ends around her waist. "Thanks. I don't know what he was, if it was even a he. Time to hit the files to see if he shows up."
She blew out a sigh. "Glad you're here. I don't suppose you have a cell phone on you? My phone and wallet disappeared with my clothes."
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