“Do you know number twenty-seven?” I look up at the agent.
“Pardon?”
He nods toward the hat on my head, the one I’m currently rolling my fingers against without even realizing it.
“He has a cap just like that. Just as gross-looking too. He’s sort of famous for wearing it all the time, no matter how badly he needs to throw it out. Do you know him?”
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