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‘Around here it could be on bricks by the time you get back.’

Rushia chuckled. ‘I sure fooled them. I let the air outa the tyres.’
‘Myra,’ Bond walked over to where she sat, holding the photograph out to
her, ‘you recognise this girl?’
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and peered at it as though it were a holy relic.
‘No. No, I don’t recognise her. Should I?’
‘Only if it happened to be your old friend Jenny Mo.’
‘Oh, that’s not Jenny. She was rather intense-looking and wore big, black-

rimmed glasses.’
‘Good.’ Bond handed the picture back to Rushia. ‘Just have this destroyed,
my good fellow. Oh, and we’ll be heading for JFK tomorrow night. Nine
fifteen to the city of Saint Francis.’
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‘Make a nice change. I’ll fix it, even if they have to offload some poor
tourist.’ He ran a long finger down the side of his nose. ‘A word in private,
your honour.’
They stepped over to the door.

‘Got a couple of Mickey Finns here for the lady.’ Ed spoke out of the corner
of his mouth, a parody of every Hollywood jail movie.
‘How fast, and how long?’
‘’Bout two minutes and twenty-four hours.’

‘Okay. Would you tell whoever’s going to clean up that we will be away by
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seven tonight.’
‘Anything else I can do? Massage your back? Wash the dishes? Sing a
coupla choruses of “Oh dear, what a calamity”?’

‘Just keep doing what you’re good at, Ed.’ Bond took the pills in their little
silver foil packet and showed him out of the door.
‘Time for sleep,’ he announced when Rushia had finally gone. ‘Get Myra to
bed, then call me in. You’re pretty wired – strung up – Myra. I’ve got a couple

of pills that will make certain you’ll rest.’
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She looked up in alarm. ‘You’re not going to poison me! No!’
‘NO!’ Chi-Chi said firmly. ‘Come on, let’s get you to bed, Myra. Nobody’s
going to poison you. We all need rest, and you’re going to have problems

sleeping.’
Twenty minutes later, Chi-Chi came out of the master bedroom. ‘Give me a
glass of water, James. I think she’ll let me do it.’

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