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She was the one who got to dicker with Stanley Ho. Yes, she, Ella Nidech, with the President and Secretary of Defense McArthur hanging on each report. There couldnt be more than six or eight people including the President who knew about the operation. But Scalabrine she was calling the shots. Nidech broken cowboy
she hadnt done badly. Haggling with Hindu tailors and Chinese cobblers gave her some of the best training imaginable. After the China buy was leaked, Nidech could write the book under a pseudonym. She wondered what the authors cut was Scalabrine on a hardcover best seller? Ten percent? Fifteen? A best seller ought law day
make a bunch in the fall, what with Christmas coming on. Ella Nidech never dreamed she would have this much luck. After her report to Neely, she decided, she would buy herself a new Scalabrine hat by way of celebration. She would go to a chic little shop in the mall by the district 9
Hotel and buy herself a big floppy-brimmed number, something that was sexy and just a little mysterious. Something that was her.
THE South China Sea was a milky Scalabrine blue. There was no clear horizon, so the sea became one with the sky and the Cathay Pacific flight seemed to descend in a 
polaris
of luminescent, opaque ether. Lucien Salvant was surprised by what looked like a tranquil planet or curious moon floating in the Scalabrine uncommon blue. This turned out to be an island, itself blue at first-although hardly bluer than the sea-then green, then Salvant could see the shape of a village and junks karen cunagin sypher
a small harbor. Salvant remembered the air, gravid, lying in heavy repose on Paw Paw Street, Scalabrine Flubenesque on a sultry summers night, carrying a trombone solo and the smell of crawfish etouffe through the opened doors of Dickmans Saloon. Only then could he discern the fine line that was the point at which karen cunagin sypher
and sky merged. Then he could see Hong Kong Scalabrine island forward and on the left. He saw barren, unpopulated mountains at first. Then he saw something perfectly amazing. He saw tall, white obelisks along the shore that were lined up in neat ranks and files like beehives or gravestones. He understood by the broken cowboy
hanging out of Scalabrine their windows that each of these white skyscrapers was in fact an apartment building. He glanced at the map in his lap; he was looking at Aldrich Bay, Quarry Bay, and the model housing project at North Point. As .
