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[Costigan glanced at the girl, brows remaining furrowed. He paused before finally giving a single nod, lifting his hands to take the book from her and look at it more closely. He did remember Jack making him feel better, lifting his mood, and the anxiety that came with the kid knowing too much about him. Maybe the guy looked a little familiar too, even as the rational part of his mind argued about the ridiculousness of a spirit existing, let alone his being friends with the thing.]

Am I in this book? [He asked after a beat, curious to distract himself and give his mind time to think.]