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Conroy said in the saest you don’t move or I’ll let her cut your ears off" He turned back to Missy, as still breathing fast and hard, not fro, but from the adrenaline rush "Talk to me"

Missy’s foot was raised to slae to kick hiain

"Pheell, okay Like I said, this out-of-shape wor around corners for months, even followed me here from LA" And Missy couldn’t stop herself, she kicked him, not very hard at all, really, since she wasn’t in her boots, only sneakers

He lurched to the side, hugging hi to have her arrested; I’ down the Strip,that knife! I want you to call the police"

Del Conroy, a retired cop himself and head of security at the Wynn for three years now, knew that very probably nothing was going to happen to this guy, and hated it He said politely, "Sir, again, what is your name?"

"Blinker--well, that’s ood job I’m a fine citizen"

"Why does anyone call you Blinker?"

"I’m a bond trader I’m fast, I can make a trade in the blink of an eye"

A bond trader as a stalker? That was a new one, even to Conroy He said, "Please give me your wallet, Mr Bayley"

The ood quality, Conroy saw, and handed it to him A California driver’s license, three credit cards, an AAA card, a gym membership for Fit Bods in Santa Monica, a couple of hundred-dollar bills "You want to tell as, Mr Bayley?"

"Just like the other hundred thousandthe streets out there, I’ot--see shows, play soirl came after me with a knife"

"You’re thirty-two"

"Yeah Let ave Mr Bayley back his wallet "Get up, Mr Bayley We’ll go back to uy had prior charges, or he’d get off without a doubt