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Chapter 27
It’s late. From beyond the lounge, the front door bangs open, then closed. Footsteps echo down the hallway. The lounge door slams wide and Klempner strides in, glances around, gives me a short acknowledging nod, then heads for the drinks cabinet, helping himself to a malt. A large malt. largeGlass in hand, he knocks back half of it in two gulps, then sags into an armchair, staring at the walls. Bad day at the office… “Mind if I join you? I rather enjoy drinking my own whiskey.” He ignores the sarcasm. Waves a hand, a-la Queen-of-England-and-our-subjects. “Be my guest.” Queen-of-England-and-our-subjectsI don’t truly want the whiskey, but I’m seeing a man who clearly does. Pouring myself a finger, I resume my armchair. “Anything I can do to help?” He raises the glass to his lips, gul
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