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At a crosswalk by the river, she braked for a group of construction workers in neon vests. One of them waved, recognition in the lift of his chin. Linda smiled, feeling the odd intimacy of anonymous urban life: people briefly occupying the same frame and then dissolving into separate stories. For a moment she considered the odds that any of them would ever know she once delivered a small box in a black euro pickup on a wet May night. It was a small thought, like a coin tossed into a deep well.