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Then a woman called and asked to meet. She declined to give a name and gave instead the coordinates of a park bench under a sycamore tree at three a.m. Evelyn arrived with an umbrella and the protective habit of someone who has learned to be guarded. The woman sat with her hands folded and a paper bag between her knees.