Rosetta pressed home her
advantage. “You are growing slack, senor. I walk in and you didn’t see me. We are
in a back pool, back water, but you should not relax. Is that not so?”
Sowerbutt poured a couple of
glasses of Old Bushmills. “You are working with John, no doubt. But
indulge an old friend, how did you find us? John would not have said. Left
hand, right hand, he’s never even introduced his hands to each other.”
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