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Frobisher clung to his well-ordered cocoon of a life and his run-in with this mystery assailant was all the adventure he could handle Besides, Sam knew Ted: Once the sub’s discovery hit the airwaves he would wonder, given their proximity, if the shard and sub were connected He would contact the of value to add

“Here, listen to this,” Reave ht along He said ould celebrate together at the end of the mission’ ”

“Wolfi,” Sam repeated “Do we knoho that is?”

“No I’ve been skipping around I’ll start looking Here’s more: ‘Wolfi said I deserved two since I had the harder task’ I wonder what it was”

“Don’t know, but at least we knohere Ted’s shard ca the line Boehm lost one of the bottles”

The intercom on the wall above Remi’s head crackled to life

“Mr and Mrs Fargo?” Despite repeated atteet Selma to call them by their first names

Remi reached up and pushed the Talk button “Yes, Selma”

“I, uh, have soWell, I’ve found”

Salances In their ten years working with Sel but decisive and curt

“Is everything all right?” Remi asked

“Uhwell, why don’t you come down and I’ll try to explain”

“We’re on our way”

They found Sel on a stool at the center worktable, eyes fixed on the bottle of wine before her Pete and Wendy were nowhere to be seen

Selma’s appearance was a mixed metaphor She wore her hair in what Remi had dubbed a “lasses, which she wore on a chain around her neck when not in use, were straight from the 1950s Her default fashion usually involved khaki pants, sneakers, and a seely endless supply of tie-dyed T-shirts Selma didn’t drink, didn’t smoke, didn’t swear, and had only one addiction: herbal tea, which she drank by the potful One cabinet of the workroom was devoted to her tea, most of which had names neither Sam nor Remi could pronounce