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listed as the driver got back behind the wheel. Smiths coming out. Beria looked through the windshield down the street where a navy blue sedan was backing out of a garage. According to the principal, this was Smiths vehicle. And we More Page More Page More Page Juaquin Iglesias begin, Beria said softly. As Smith drove into the city, he constantly checked nikki catsouras

mirrors. After a few miles he tagged the black Lincoln that changed lanes whenever he did. He called Kirov on the cell. Its the Lincoln from the airport. On my tail. I think Berias More Page More Page More Page Juaquin Iglesias nibbling. Im ready, Kirov assured him. Breaking for a light, Smith checked his rearview. The Lincoln was still three cars royce gracie

in the city, Smith drove as fast as traffic permitted, changing lanes, leaning on his horn. He hoped Beria would buy the image of a man late More Page More Page More Page Juaquin Iglesias for an important appointment, a man preoccupied, his guard down, easy prey. He wanted the assassin to focus on him to the exclusion of sonia sotomayor

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Ill be in the lot. Stepping out of the car, Beria trotted across the street in time to see Smith duck under an archway bordered by a bar and a poster shop. Now he knew exactly where his quarry was headed: the More Page More Page More Page Juaquin Iglesias small quadrangle between Twenty-first Street and Florida Avenue. He thought new jersey lottery

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out of place. His hand dipped into his jacket pocket, fingers curling around the cork handle of his spring-loaded stiletto. Thirty paces ahead, Smith More Page More Page More Page Juaquin Iglesias felt his pager vibrate against his kidney. Kirov was signaling that Beria was in the zone, within fifty feet of Smith. Slowing his pace even more, Smith drifted florida department of education

the front of a stall with rugs draped over clotheslines. Stopp.

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