- do not leave a trace
- the best-looking guy in the room
- the adults took turns
- “That was a game, wasn’t it?”
- I know you’re part Indian!
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At that moment Tessa’s eyes rolled back and she slumped to the floor, the giraffe-hide briefcase slipping from her grip. She should have remembered that I’m quite partial to contact-tranquilizers (especially the kinds that do not leave a trace on a tox screen), and always smeared them liberally on the handles of all of my briefcases.
I pulled a pair of soggy gloves from my pocket and wrung the seawater out of them. I may not be the best-looking guy in the room, but I’m usually the cleverest. When I was young and the only child in the cult, the adults took turns teaching me the many skills they used to evade the authorities. No matter how challenging the lesson I always laughed and said, “That was a game, wasn’t it?” That attitude got me far in life.
But enough about me.
John still stood just inside the doorway, eyeing Tessa on the floor. Or, more likely, eyeing the briefcase.
“I can’t let you have it,” he said without looking at me. “I know you’re part Indian! I know you’ll sell it to your cohorts back in Mumbai!”
I chuckled at his total misapprehension of my motives, and that’s when he pounced.
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