Ann Veronica jumped up to get her the cardtable. “Mike, what’s going on?” She sat up, groggily rubbing her eyes. No amount of scrubbing could remove the stains, the blood of an unknown man she had stolen from the scene of a car accident, a stupid drunk with no license who had wrapped his Chevy truck around a very large oak tree. Manning, with a baffling smile. Gerald’s gaze bored into hers. The young man had knocked over the siphon. “He would never have found you out if you had not personated me. A long and secret conference then took place between the thief-taker and his myrmidons, after which they were severally dismissed. But his lips were honourlocked.
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