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Ree Fifty feet behind her blurred figure she could see the hood of a crea from the mouth of a shadowed alley Behind the wheel a h a pair of binoculars

CHAPTER 24

Playing the carefree tourist, Reainst Saaters,” she whispered through her smile “A coincidence?”

“I’d like to think so, but the binoculars make me nervous Unless he’s an urban bird-watcher—”

“Or he’s stalking an ex-girlfriend—”

“I think we’d better assume the worst”

“Do you see the other one around, the one with the mustache?”

“No Coo in Act casual Don’t look around”

They entered the museum, stopped at the welcome desk, and asked for Cipriani The receptionist picked up the phone and spoke a feords in Italian, and a fewsalt-and-pepper hair appeared in the doorway to their right

“Buon giorno,” the man said “Posso aiutarla?”

“You’re up, Rees, Italian had for some reason always flummoxed him; Remi was the same ith German, which came naturally to Sam

“Buon giorno,” she said “Signor Cipriani?”

“Sì”

“Parla inglese?”

Cipriani slish, yes But your Italian is very good How can I help you?”