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From: | Rhianon Duhart |
Subject: | [Howto-kickstart] Re: tipcat shipowner |
Date: | Tue, 20 Dec 2005 09:29:15 -0500 |
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the bartenders hand, passing the napkin and the franc note. With a
final imploring look at the astonished man, Jason turned and headed for
the door, his limp pronounced.
Outside, Bourne hurried up the cracked pavement toward the alleys
entrance. He judged that his interlude at the bar had taken between
eight and twelve minutes. Knowing the bartender was watching him, he had
purposely not tried to see if his two companions were still at the
table, but he assumed they were. Tank Shirt and Field Jacket were not at
their sharpest, and in their condition minutes did not count; he could
only hope five hundred francs apiece might bring about a degree of
responsibility and that they would leave soon as instructed. Oddly
enough, he had more faith in Maurice-René than in the young American who |
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