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of her own money on what was probably going to turn out to be a misunderstanding. |
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"Have you ever, you know . . . lost anyone?" she asked, and then laughed. |
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"Lost? You mean had anyone shot? Killed? No way. Worst thing ever happened was one guy got drunk and threw up all over his dinner jacket." He eyed Kyna for a moment. "You have some reason to expect trouble on this trip?" |
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She said it too quickly, then abruptly held out the envelope like it was a note from the principal. Cyrus took it and thumbed through the bills. |
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"Cash?" he said, his eyebrows arching under his hair. |
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"My boss only deals in cash." |
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"Naturally we'll pay all of your expenses." |
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It wasn't as much as he'd have likedit must have showed. |
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"And," she added quickly, "a bonus if . . . when we get back." |
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He let that slide. "When did you want to leave?" |
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"I'm on a very tight schedule. We must leave tomorrow and we must be finished by the thirty-first." |
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"Halloween?" he muttered. |
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She looked surprised. "Why, yes. Halloween." |
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The Bahamas Air DC-10 touched down at Miami International Airport in the middle of a driving rainstorm. Ten minutes later the Dark Man strolled down the telescoping boarding corridor with an ancient leather suitcase in one hand and an ornate walking stick in the other. At the end of the tunnel he looked around until he spotted two black men in pin-striped suits waiting at the check-in desk. One of the men was tallthough not as tall as the Dark Manand wore a short, neatly trimmed goatee. The other man looked like a bowling ball with legs: short, bald and muscular. |
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The Dark Man strode past them without a word, forcing the |
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