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Yuri Danko had been born with a left leg one inch shorter than his right. Even a custom-made platform shoe could not fully disguise the limp.
Smith shifted in his chair and adjusted his newspaper so that he could follow Dankos movements. The Russian was using More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Pam Adlon the tour group very effectively, drifting school of practical philosophy
close enough to be mistaken for belonging, not so close as to get the leaders attention. Slowly, the group turned away from the basilica and headed in the direction of the Doges Palace. In less than a minute it was More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Pam Adlon abreast the outer row of tables and chairs of the Florian Café. school of practical philosophy
few tourists broke away from the group, heading for the small snack bar next to the café next door. Smith did not stir as they passed his table, chattering to one another. Only More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Pam Adlon when Danko was passing by did he look up. No ones using this chair. Smith watched as Danko turned, clearly cedric peerman
Smiths voice. Jon? Its me, Yuri. Go on, sit down. The Russian slipped into the chair, bewilderment etched across his face. But Mr. Klein... He sent you? Do you work---? Not here, More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Pam Adlon Yuri. And yes, I came to bring you over. Shaking his head, Danko flagged a passing waiter and ordered coffee. He tapped out a cigarette bill cosby chicken heart
lit it. Smith noticed that not even the beard could hide how gaunt Dankos face had become. His fingers trembled as More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Pam Adlon he worked to light the cigarette. I still cant believe its you.... Yuri--- Its all right, Jon. I wasnt followed. Im clean. Danko leaned back in his chair and stared at the pianist. training with hinako
isnt it? The music, I mean. Smith leaned forward. Are you all right? Danko nodded. I am More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Pam Adlon now. Getting here wasnt easy, but--- Danko broke off as the waiter brought his coffee. It was very difficult in Yugoslavia. The Serbs are a paranoid bunch. I was carrying a Ukrainian passport but even that was school of practical philosophy
checked. Smith was straining to still the hundreds of questions More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Pam Adlon swirling in his mind, trying to focus on what had to be done next. Is there anything you want to tell me, or give me--- right now? Danko appeared not to have heard him. His attention was on a pair of carabinieri--- Italian militiamen--- graham harrell
were walking slowly More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Pam Adlon among the tourists, their submachine guns slung across their chests. Lots of police, he murmured. Its the holidays, Smith replied. They always add extra patrols. Yuri... I have something to tell Mr. Klein, Jon, Danko leaned across the table. What theyre going to do--- I never would have More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Pam Adlon believed it. Its insanity! What cedric peerman
they going to do? Smith demanded, trying to control his tone. Whos they? Danko looked around nervously. Have you made the arrangements? Can you get me away from here? We can leave right now. As Smith dipped into h.
