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"I don’t have any reception," I told her "Yours?"

"I’ll ask Milo"

"Isn’t he in Thailand?"

But she didn’t say anything else for a longout and up to the art squat The wind kicked up again, scattering her hair across her face

Wheels on gravel As we both watched, a black town car came around the corner It didn’t have plates

"I wonder who he bugged this ti the door, "you or me"

The driver was another of Milo’s silent, dark-dressed men After we settled in the backseat, Hol ; he handed her one as though he had a supply on hand I wasn’t sure what to say after the e’d left things back at Greystone I turned it over in ation? How to tell her about what I’d learned from Leander’s letters? She s would change at her house Should I start there?

At first it seemed like ouldn’t talk about it at all She took out her phone and began tapping away--to who, I didn’t know--and only when she’d finished did she speak, in a hoarse, cruel voice that I’d only heard once before

"You want to talk about this"

I sighed "I need to tell you soust"

She drew a breath "Watson If you’re telling me you’re concerned about his loyalties, I’ht be unwilling to babysitup, but at the s us to ain into the plastic bag

"Two," she said "When you tolditeration of you that no longer has any faith inboy problelass now? You coht off that you’ve gotten new information about my uncle?"

"How did you know that?"

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