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Their target, apparently, hadn’t realized they were zeroing in on him until they were just a few feet away Sam walked up, clapped him on the back “Wow Didn’t expect to see you here Did you, Remi?”

“Not in the least The people we run into at Pebble Beach, it just amazes me at times”

The man’s blue eyes widened as he looked from Sam to Remi in disbelief “It’s you!”

Considering that Sam expected hi them, his statement came as a surprise “How do you know us?”

“Of course, I don’t know you,” he said, with a strong British accent “Not personally You really do look just like your photographs What luck to run into you straightaway”

“Lucky, indeed,” Sa “Didn’t quite catch your name”

“Forgiveto talk to my uncle, Albert Please hile I fetch him?”

“Right here,” Sam said

He and Re Viscount’s nephew?”

“Apparently Assu the man really is a viscount”

“Your mother seems to think so”

“She’s not nearly as jaded as I am Besides, how is it I’ve never heard about him until now?”

Relance “Lack of interest in your extended family tree?”

“Only because the branches seem to multiply every time we turn around”

“Do I detect the slightest bit of cynicism? Don’t answer that” She nodded to Sa a white-haired rass onto a cart path “Our Viscount and his nephew are back”