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mumbled. "You're going to leave and never speak to me again."
Cyrus stroked her hair and ran his hand down the back of her neck, feeling the muscle there corded like piano wire. "That's silly."
"No. You don't understand. I . . . I've lied to you about everything! About my job, my family . . . everything!"
She broke down again. Between sobs Kyna said, "It started out so simple. Bryan asked me to run a few special discount diamonds to some friends of his in New York. I knew they were stolenany idiot would have known they were stolen. But he paid me five thousand dollars and I had to go to New York anyway."
By this time Kyna was sitting with her head down, staring at the floor between her feet.
"Before I knew it, I was running hot diamonds to Miami, Caracas, Brussels, everywhere the IDB did businesseven South Africa, and God only knows why they needed more diamonds down there. After a few months Bryan took me off regular deliveries and I worked exclusively as his mule. At first, I was so paranoid about getting ripped off that I wouldn't meet anybody face-to-face, especially his special customers like"she glanced toward the door and lowered her voice"like Dessotti.
"After a while, I got tired of all the cloak-and-dagger bullshit and thought, What the hell? But there are still one or two sleezoids I won't go near under any circumstances. With those guys I set up drops."
"Didn't you ever want to quit?"
Kyna's tears were all spent and now her voice sounded like a computer animation. "Yes . . . Well, no. Aw hell, I wish I could say yes, that I was appalled at the whole thing. But the truth is, the money was too good. I was pulling down over a hundred and fifty grand a year."
Cyrus was quiet for a moment, thinking. Were his hands so clean? Was he so pure? There had been times in his life when a hundred and fifty large would have looked like a million.

 
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