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In the passenger seat beside the detective, a younger, heavier-set ht you said Ms Wells lives right around the--"
"Turner, remember e discussed? When I need your opinion, I will ask for it" Canavan puts the unlit cigar in his ot rownfor the chance to drive you hoonna be, me or these mutts?"
The prince raises his own eyebrohich are neither shaggy nor gray "I beg your pardon?" He’s not used to being called a enerally unpleasant individual
"Gosh, Detective," I say, batting irl who can never resist an invitation to ride in a real undercover police car"
I grab the handle to the rear passenger door and slide into the Vic,at my narrow escape
Canavan looks at the prince and says conversationally, "Kid, don’t take it personally She’s got a thing for cops In fact, she’sa PI in a feeeks"
"PI?" I hear Rashid echo Between "
It could be ination, but as I settle into the back of the unaze seeh A second later, the bodyguard steps off the curb and strides toward the car, thrusting an index finger passionately in Rashid’s direction
"Mutt? Mutt? Do you have any idea to who?" he demands of Detective Canavan "This man is the Crown Prince Rashid Ashraf bin Zayed Sultan Faisal, the dom of Qalif, and you will address hirowls, and puts his foot on the gas pedal at the saer on the control button of his , closing it on Hamad’s temper tantrum
The Crown Vic slides ston Square West, leaving the bodyguard behind, shaking his fist at us in anger
"Nice to see you’re still doing such a swell job with customer service at the dor to win eive you administrators? A crocus award?"
"Pansy And in case it wasn’t clear, that was the crown prince of Qalif," I say "His dad, General Sheikh Mohammed bin Zayed Sultan Faisal, donated five hundred million bucks to the school"
"Oh, well, la-di-da," Canavan says, holding his cigar out like it’s a teacup, one pinkie raised "What the hell was all that back there?"
"It looked like the A-rab was trying to stuff her into the Escalade," Turner says helpfully, "and she didn’t want to go Probably going to force her into one of those sex-slave rings, or a hareain, when one of your brilliant insights is needed, Turner, I will ask for it," Canavan declares, "but not before I was asking the girl"