“What happened to your coat?” “Tinnie’s good intentions. Dean back yet?” “No. We’re on our own for supper.” That meant Garrett would boil some sausages. He might even get experimental and toss in a couple potatoes. She asked, “So how was your day?” “Damn, we’re getting domestic. I spent most of it in the Al-Khar. Then I got dragged over to The Palms, where Morley had a seizure when I mentioned Lurking Felhske. That after Director Relway nearly volunteered me for the rack when I mentioned the same name.” “That strange-smelling man who was watching us yesterday?” “He was watching. But the consensus is, not us. The very one, though. Apparently unpopular with a lot of people.” We were in the kitchen, banging the pots and pans. Singe drew us a couple of beers. “No wonder, stinking that way,” she said. “You didn’t mention an unusual odor before.” “It is not unusual.
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