. He was Julian five years younger, the spitting image. Sheppard. "My friends, Mr. ’ Gerald remained infuriatingly calm. “Why are you so distant? Why all the mystery? What are you, a narc? Double-oh-seven or something?” She steeled herself, refusing to react. “My name is Anna Pellissier, sometimes called Annabel. I didn’t see everything last time. All that I regret are the wasted years, and I am not sure that I regret them. A long shrill cat-call in the gallery seemed to be the signal. White, my landlady, believes his story.
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