An Evil Guest
“Cassie Casey watched him talking to somebody who might have been a Mounty and to somebody else who might have been a customs officer. After speaking with Gideon for a minute or two, the Mounty came to her window and tapped on the glass. She lowered it, admitting night air that held a spring chill.
“Are you a U.S. citizen, ma’am?”
She nodded.
“Talk out loud, ma’am. I need to hear your voice.”
“I’m not,” she told him. “My position is a great deal higher. I’ll have you know I’m an undocumented national of indefinite residential status. Our government cherishes me, so if you mess with me you’d better look out.”
“Mexican?”
“Russian.”
“You don’t sound Russian.” The Mounty himself sounded impatient.
“I ’aff lied.” Cassie’s eyes were cast down demurely. “I am uf Byeloruss. Een my own country vimen such as I are calt belles. Here you tsay dingdongs.”
The Mounty heaved a sigh. “Let’s see some ID.”
“I haf a tattoo.” Looking up at him, she licked her lips.
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