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“No shit?” Exciteh her as she whirled back to the screens “Put it up”

“Screens four, five, six”

“There’s his bottoht, wouldn’t you say—salarywise”

“A bit of interest and dividends froes “A few honorariums for personal appearances and speeches He lives close, but just within histo all of the data shown”

“Hell” She tossed back wine “What other data is there?”

“For a sharp woround accounts,” he explained “Two sets of books is a tried and true and very traditionalillicit income”

“If you had illicit incoh to document it?”

“A question for the ages But people do Oh yes, they do Yes,” he said, answering her unspoken question as to his own bookkeeping methods “Of course I do”

She shot him a hard look “I don’t want to know about it”

He only , because I do, I kno it’s done Everything’s above board here, wouldn’t you say?” With a few coed on one screen “Now let’s go down a level Con accounts”

“No known data”

“There’s always more data,” Roarke mur began to hum

“What’s that noise?”

“It’s just tellinga wall” Like a laborer, he flicked open the buttons at his cuffs, rolled up his sleeves The gesturebehind it”

He continued to work, one handed, and sipped his wine When he repeated his command, the response had shifted