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slim gold wristwatch on a well-worn crocodile strap.
Patek Philippe. Thirty grand easy. And the way she
wore it? Quiet class. Old money passed down. Not
made overnight. What could she possibly need from
me?
“I have a flight to catch.”
“Yes. I know. Tomorrow.” She blushed and looked
away “I don’t do red-eyes.” She said in a pretty fair
imitation of my English accent. She looked back at me.
“And I don’t forget things either.” There was
something curiously impressive about her willingness
to go for what she wanted.
“You’re really serious aren’t you, Julia.”
“I read your book from cover to cover last night.”
I looked down at the envelope. Must be full of
fifties folded over. She pushed it closer. I picked it up.
She didn’t even blink.
“Why are you doing this?”
She was suddenly grim-faced. “Two hundred and
sixteen days ago I watched my father die.” She was
more factual than emotional. “First it was a cough, then
a cold, then he couldn’t breathe. It was like a rock fell
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