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"It is, as you well know, not a lobby This is my private residence," he said "You’ve seen the actual lobby quite often And now you’ve been x-rayed in it Would you like to visit it again?"
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"Oh? Because I’ve been holding ue’ there have obviously begun doing the nasty, and that--pity--it’s not going very well--"
At that, Holh
"Guys Guys Where is he?"
"Who, Watson?" she asked
"August Moriarty The reason you two are fighting? I could be wrong about that It’s just an assumption" I looked Milo over, head to toe, the way I’d seen him do to me "As is the assumption that no one’s done the nasty to you in years Three? Four?"
Milo adjusted his glasses Then he pulled the them with a sleeve
"Two, actually," a soft voice said behind et over that coirls around here since"
Charlotte Holer forfun Speaking of, I hear I have you three to thank for breaking off hed "August It’s good you’re here Lottie, I’ve given him access to my contacts He’ll show you around I--well, frankly, I have s to do" He stopped at the end of the hall "By the way, Lottie, Phillipa Moriarty called to confirm your lunch I’ve left her number in your room"
With that bombshell, he left I didn’t have any time to process it I’d been left with Holmes and Moriarty And because I was--am--a coward, I waited until the last possible second to turn around
August Moriarty was dressed like a starving artist He had on ripped black jeans and a black T-shirt and steel-toe boots--black, of course--and his hair was cut into a blond fauxhawk But while he was dressed like a poet, he had the polish of a rich kid, and his eyes were burning with an intensity that rele" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true"></ins>