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The
trip would begin in less than a week.
She smirked and said aloud, “Yes,
Joanna, I can see into the future. I can see your giving me a huge chunk
of money to locate your darling kidnapped son. Yes, indeed. I have the
gift!”
Moriah felt at her throat and
coughed heartily. Deep in her chest, there was a gnawing pain. “Damn
rags,” she said, stubbing her cigarette in an overflowing ashtray.
Maybe the sensation was a warning that smoking was harming her health,
she thought, as she tapped another cigarette out of the package. “Not
a damn thing wrong with these lungs,” she said as if addressing the
absent Tamur, who continually preached the gospel of good health. “Not
a damn thing!”
Her mind returned to the two
mysterious women who had materialized a few feet from her bed. They are
a nuisance right now, but I’ve chased them back to their haunts. I
won’t be distracted. I’ve bigger fish on the line. All I need to do
is reel them in.
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