That was always the question, wasn't it? And anticipating,fantasising, and securing the answer were part of the fun. You play the market, Lynley said. Gideon, Richard said. Don't call me an idiot.
May I help you? The question came from a middle-aged woman who satat the desk in front of a keyboard and monitor, wearing tiny earphonesfrom which she appeared to have been taking dictation. The day's post lay on the mat, and shepicked this up, unlocked her door, and looked through the letters asshe stepped inside. Just deal with her, Inspector. I mean your name.
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