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He returned the constables salute and watched the boat as it disappeared into the passing canal traffic, the vessels lit up from bow to stern. At the front door Dionetti deactivated the security system before entering. His cook and servant were both old women who had More Page More Page More Page More Page Friends been in his household for decades. district 9

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solitary meal at the great table that could seat thirty. When coffee and dessert had been served he dismissed the servants, More Page More Page More Page More Page Friends who retired to their quarters on the fourth floor. Lost in thought, Dionetti nibbled on strawberries drenched in Cointreau and daydreamed of where he might vacation, courtesy of American largesse. Good torn curtain

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a small vial More Page More Page More Page More Page Friends on the table. Did you enjoy your dinner, Marco? The risotto di mare smelled excellent. And the strawberries--- are you enjoying them? Dionetti stared at the vial, then at the few berries at the bottom of his bowl. He tried to push away the dark thoughts crowding More Page More Page More Page More Page Friends his mind. Are you guessing nurses week

I somehow managed to poison the fruit, Marco? After all, I got past your security. Your servants never suspected there was anyone in the house. Would it have been so difficult to drop a little atropine into the dessert? The gun barrel More Page More Page More Page More Page Friends began to waver as Dionetti absorbed what Howell was saying. torn curtain

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the vial on the table. But here is the antidote. Pietro, you have to understand--- I understand that you betrayed me, Marco, Howell replied harshly. That is all I need to More Page More Page More Page More Page Friends understa.

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