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She plopped herself resolutely on the cot Not a s in the thin reat deal more painful than it looked She would re over to relieve a crick in her back in the ht She sucked in a breath and let it out

‘No’

‘Sam’

‘No! I know you, Edge When you reach London you will insist on searching for Rafe on your own even when I tell you that my uncle can probably find hiers ‘And you will probably s’

‘Thank you for that vote of confidence, Sa the law in this search’

‘My uncle is not the law He is a law unto himself’

‘We are not having this conversation Sam’

‘Go find your ha’

He didn’t slam the door, but neither did he close it, which was almost as much of a protest

Teeks was a long tie was a master of the art

It didn’t show on the surface He remained impeccably polite, just like an automaton of a boy she’d seen in Venice that could bow, tip its hat and extend its hand to an invisible handshake In an auto; in a man this mechanical perfor to the lesserto Sa cold shoulder

It added to the aches in her own shoulders fro wonders for her te night in Cairo Theday, cold look and aching muscle