“Let us sit down for a moment,” he had said. "
Glad to make peace on any terms, Mr. That is why I came to London. ” His voice
sounded muffled and heavy, as if he had gone to bed. “I see no reason why you shouldn’t. "Miss Enschede, you're seven kinds of a brick!"
"A brick?"
He chuckled. As the Wastrel played, Spurlock knew that the man saw
the inevitable end—death by drink; saw the glory of the things he had thrown
away, the past, once so full of promise. 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. “No,” said Ann Veronica, “but I want to know. It was enough that
Spurlock had been taken aboard The Tigress.
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