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area because thats where Treloar flew in.
Right. From London, he could have gone anywhere.
Now Im thinking that perhaps theres a connection between Treloar and Reed.
Is that why Megan is down there, to watch Reed? Smith demanded.
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be involved in something like this. Smith shook his head. I dont know Reed all that well. But his reputation at USAMRIID was sterling. Do you want me to go back and see what I can find? No time, Klein replied. More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page The Blue Dahlia I need you for something else. If we dont solve this mystery, kromked.net
be plenty of time to investigate Reed when the shuttle comes home. Klein picked up two dossiers. These are the files on the two soldiers Howell encountered at Palermo. They look pretty thin, sir, Smith More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page The Blue Dahlia observed. Dont they? The records have been sanitized. Dates, locations, assignments, chain of command--- a lot unaccounted for. And kromked.net
phone number Nichols gave up doesnt exist.
Sir?
Not officially. Jon, I havent done more because I dont know what were dealing with here. But we must find out More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page The Blue Dahlia where this military thread leads. I want you to do exactly what you did in Houston: touch the web and see what kind of 
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Three hours after leaving Venice, Peter Howell checked into Zurichs Dolder Grand Hotel.
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Howell was handed a thick vellum envelope. Opening it, he found a single sheet of scented notepaper with an address written on it. Although the message 
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Howell took a taxi into the heart of the More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page The Blue Dahlia citys financial district. By now it was eight oclock and the area was deserted except for several brightly lighted storefronts. One of them had a golden swan perched over the doorway. The interior was pretty much what Howell had expected: upscale rathskeller with foppish
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for nine oclock. Please have a seat in the lounge, or the bar, if you prefer. I will direct him to you. Howell drifted off into the lounge where, a few minutes later, he was involved in an animated conversation with a More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page The Blue Dahlia young woman whose bosoms threatened to overflow the confines of foppish
evening dress. Nonetheless, he still managed to spot the maitre d talking to a young man, pointing him out. Should I know you? Howell glanced over his shoulder at a tall, thin man with sweptback hair and More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page The Blue Dahlia eyes so dark they appeared black. He guessed that Herr Weizsel was in his late thirties, foppish
a small fortune on his clothes and stylist, and looked down at most of the world with undisguised contempt. Peter Howell, he said. An Englishman... Do you have business with the More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page The Blue Dahlia Offenbach Bank? I have business with you. Weizsel blinked rapidly. There must be some mistake. I have never heard of you. But youve heard of joe biden swine flu
Beria, havent you, old son? Howell had his hand on Weizsils arm, just above the elbow. Weizsels mouth worked furiously as Howell pressed down More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page The Blue Dahlia on a nerve. Theres a nice, quiet table in the corner. Why dont we have a drink? Howell steered the banker into the corner of a banquette and slipped in alligator alley
him, effectively trapping Weizsel. You cant do this! Weizsel gasped, rubbing his elbow. We have laws--- Im not here More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page The Blue Dahlia about your laws, Howell cut him off. Were interested in one of your clients. I cant discuss confidential matters! But the name Be.
