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EARTH ANGELS & MAGIC MOMENTS
vibrato of "The Gondolier March" drifting up from the
canals.
“Hey Jules – I got him.” I hadn’t seen the yellow
Motorola two-way in his hand until he lifted it to his
mouth. He let go the talk button.
Her voice came through the tiny speaker. “Mister
Boothman, this is Mannie. He’s my,” she paused.
Shouting now. Something was flapping in the
background. “He’s my… boss.”
“What’s going on Julia? Where are you?”
“I got a surprise for you. Five minutes away. Please.
Mannie will bring you.”
The Venetian to Circus Circus Not even a mile and
a half. Mannie mumbled into that Motorola twice, but
the words? We peeled left off the Strip then north on
Sammy Davis Junior Drive and into the back of Circus
Circus right into the Adventure Dome parking lot. And
wouldn’t you know it? Right on cue, a blue and white
Robinson helicopter – SkyValley Tours painted on the
side – touched down maybe fifty feet away.
Mannie scooted around the limo, yanked my door
open like he was pulling a grenade pin. No words. Just
a hard stare and a wave. Towards the chopper. I didn’t
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