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“There they are!” The girl, whom the squad had met earlier, pointed at them. A man in his forties followed, about six feet tall, with dark golden hair neatly slicked back, and blue eyes hidden behind classic aviator glasses.
“Thank you, Amy.” The man handed the girl some papers, presumably money, and she ran away. “Karl Remshaid,” he introduced himself, approaching closer. “I apologize for the disturbance, but would you spare a few moments of your time?”