And when Joby Karns went to work on a man, he paid little attention to what she was saying.
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DaPaz sipped slowly on his drink, then checked his thumbwatch for the third time in ten minutes. It was now almost eight thirty, half an hour past the time he’d asked Cheney to meet him here. An army of ugly scenarios was marching through the doctor’s mind as he waited. Perhaps Cheney had been killed after all, despite the warning. Perhaps he had gotten away, but was prevented by circumstance from coming to the restaurant; even now he might lay wounded in some alleyway, needing medical attention and unable to trust anyone. Or—the worst scenario of all—perhaps he had tried to save his own life by making a bargain with the Agency. He could inform them that daPaz knew their secret and had tri
