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He grabbed the student and forced him to hold Dankos hand. Now squeeze... I said squeeze!
But hes dead! the student protested.
Idiot! the doctor snapped. Hes still alive. But he will die if he doesnt feel any human contact!
But you---
I must get help. You stay here!
The Fenuki Tupou doctor pushed his way through the rande gerber
gathering around the slain men. He was not concerned about the eyes that darted to meet his. Most witnesses were notoriously unreliable under the best of circumstances. Under these conditions, not a single person would be able to describe Fenuki Tupou him accurately. The first hee-haw of police klaxons reached him. Within minutes, the crawfish boil
square would be overrun by carabinieri and cordoned off. Potential witnesses would be rounded up; the interrogations would go on for days. The doctor could ill afford to be caught in the dragnet. Without Fenuki Tupou seeming to, he moved swiftly to the Bridge of Sighs, crossed it, went past the stalls where hawkers ron artest
souvenirs and T-shirts, and slipped into the lobby of the Danieli Hotel. Good afternoon, Herr Doktor Humboldt, the concierge said. A good day to you, replied the man who Fenuki Tupou was neither a doctor nor Humboldt. To the few who needed to know, his name was Peter Howell. Howell wasnt surprised that word of the ron artest
hadnt yet reached the august oasis of the Danieli. Very little of the outside world was permitted to penetrate this fourteenth-century Fenuki Tupou palace built for the Doge Dandolo. Howell turned left into the magnificent living room and headed for the small bar in the corner. He ordered a brandy and, when the bartenders dsscentral
was to him, closed his eyes for an instant. Howell had seen his share of Fenuki Tupou dead men, had initiated and been on the receiving end of extreme violence. But the cold, stark killing in St. Marks still managed to sicken him. He drank half the brandy in a single swallow. When the world health organization
hit his bloodstream and he felt himself relax, he Fenuki Tupou reached into his coat pocket. Decades had passed since Howell had been taught the pickpockets skill. Feeling Dankos notepaper between his fingers, he was glad to see that he hadnt lost his touch.
