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Salvant paused. Or even part of Hong Kong itself, on a peninsula, say. We cant see whats on either side of this bay. Are there small islands like that off the Hong Kong coastline?
Two or three that I can think of that face the right Kwame Smalls direction. We could be on a tummy tubs
on Lantau Theres an island off the southwest tip, I think. Salvant looked down at the water crashing onto the boulders far below. God, its a long way down there. Susan Wu said, If it was one of Sing Sings movies, Kwame Smalls hed have us tying sheets together. Land on those rocks and wed be asus eee pc t91
in a washing machine. Wed be dead on arrival. Its impossible, I agree. I suppose we could overpower them which they deliver us food. You lure them in with your good looks and I knock Kwame Smalls them out like Boom Boom Mancini. Did they film any kind of daring escape in Chan Rides Low? Look, tummy tubs
someone going down the trail! Where? About halfway down, a little more. They watched as the figures, tiny, barely distinguishable in the distance, worked their way down the trail that Kwame Smalls zigzagged down the slope. Women, Salvant said. How can you tell at this distance? Their rumps. Susan Wu was amazed. At this distance? Theyre wriggling like fat carp. apotemnophilia
theyll sun in the nude, what do you think? Salvant licked his lips. Susan looked amused. I cant imagine you could see Kwame Smalls much from this distance, could you? Salvant squinted his eyes, trying to see the details of the beach. Pun to imagine, though. Theyll be oiling themselves down and everything. All those the hills have eyes
parts. You think so, huh? Theyre probably going sailing. Salvant grabbed a Chinese-language magazine from the selection Kwame Smalls laid out neatly on the coffee table. He couldnt read anything, but the color photographs were gorgeous. Sing Sing Boyd sat in the chair and squeezed the salesmans hand. They listened to the rainsquall lash against the citizens community bank
while they waited for the nurse to leave. When Kwame Smalls the door closed, Stanley Ho began to say something. Boyd bent forward to hear. One more trip on the road, Mr. Boyd. The others have always been good, havent they, Stanley? They were wonderful, Ho murmured. You know, I always envied you in a way, apotemnophilia
The privacy of Kwame Smalls the road. Good at your work. The consummate salesman. I was good, wasnt I, Mr. Boyd? You were the very best, Stanley. They dont make salesmen like you anymore. You moved everything: fake Cartier wristwatches, imitation designer jeans. Even Chinese secrets, eh, Mr. Boyd? Wasnt that wonderful? Wasnt it? Kwame Smalls Nobody else could have the hills have eyes
that off, Stanley. The CIA and the Bonner brothers, and Lucien Salvant. You sold them all. Nobody but you. Nobody. I mean that. Thank you, Mr. Boyd. But we both know it was you, sir, a gentleman. Our buyers always knew they Kwame Smalls were dealing with a gentleman. Whenever I made a sale tummy tubs
had Sing Sing Boyds name on it. Sing Sing Boyd flushed at the praise and squeezed Hos hand. This terrible business is all my fault, you know. I should have been more careful. I was having Kwame Smalls a good time and wasnt thinking. I should have hired more guards. Stanley Ho was having difficulty barbados
Not your fault, Mr. Boyd, he said. Sing Sing Boyd knew Ho was dying. You never married and had a family, but I bet you knew some wonderful people. Did Kwame Smalls you ever fall in love when you were on the road, Stanley? I bet you did, out there riding Cathay Pacific with richardson isd
salesmans smile and polished oxfords. Tell me about it. Her name was Tila. She lived in Kola Kinabalu in Sabah. I was there buying Kwame Smalls coconut milk for our swap with the Japanese two years ago. We got a deal. You remember, Mr. Boyd, you said, Good heavens, Stanley, whatever are we going the hills have eyes
do with that much squid? Remember? I remembe.
