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14Stunned, I fell into the chair beside Bella’s desk. “You talked to Woody’s father?” “Not yet,” Bella said. “He left Bangkok two days ago. Due in Copenhagen tomorrow. I’m meeting him at three o’clock Saturday afternoon.” “You can’t meet him tomorrow, not after what’s happened.” “I knew you’d say that,” she said. “But I have to.” “You can’t go near a rocker drug supplier. The Danish cops, the FBI, the CIA—three different agencies are investigating Gerry’s death. They’ll have people all over the biker gangs, trying to find out who’s responsible. Somebody spots you with Wlodek, every secret you’ve got will become common knowledge.” “Calm down. Nobody will spot me—” “You can’t take that chance. They start checking, they’ll find out you’ve been hanging in biker bars. Maybe somebody saw y

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