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Thank you, Mason said. Tell him that its important. And Im the poster boy for that. How? Did she carry a handbag? kissing fetish Its not your style, I said, rose, went over to the coffee pot, and poured myself another cup. Wheres the sugar? Who owns this place? I asked Corsing as we followed the young man down the hall. Money laundering, probably. For example, your buddy Putin and his friends have dirty money to get rid of. Money they steal from the Russian people. Right? Chapter 63 Four Sybil Harlan— Masons attractive, fiery young client, she felt that no matter how high the price, a husband was a bargain. I thought you thought it up. Straight ahead, those that are still standing. You know, that man came in yesterday on a Hawker from Teterboro. Its still on the ramp, and Ill bet that when he cashes his check, or whatever, hell be heading back to the Hawker. When I was through talking it was nearly six-thirty and I noticed with some surprise that I had finished only half my drink. The ice had melted in it, but it was still cool, so I drank some of it anyway. Slick. I cant see why you liked him so much. kissing fetish No, that wasnt the reason. Not to my knowledge. Front or back door, its all the same. But the point is you need acard to get in. And the cops would have checked the entry log for that time. But I can tell you that the cameras were clear and I saw no one come in during the night. So I think whoever killed the lady was already in the building. I suppose youre right, she said softly. Mercenary might be a more recognizable term. Mason told Della where he would be and followed Mrs. Harlan to the car...