Queens Ransom (Sofie Metropolis)
“I’d been afraid it might take the entire afternoon, but thankfully she hadn’t so much slowed down as she had come to a complete stop.
Just like that. No, ‘Oh, one more.’ She had outlined each individual with perceptive detail during a consistent, fast-talking roll, then closed her mouth and smiled. That was it.
I’d managed to hold up my hand and halt her for half a minute while I called David Hunter and asked to push back our lunch an hour. Then she continued on as if she’d never been interrupted.
All I could say was I was glad I’d set up my cell voice recorder. I can’t imagine trying to take more than the occasional note while she was talking. Probably I’d have cramped up. Probably I’d need carpel tunnel surgery.
Now I smiled at David Hunter.
I’d half expected him to be upset. Most men would be. And he was a CIS agent, after all. Didn’t that require that he have a sour disposition to begin with in order to heartlessly deport innocent people?
‘That’s OK. I just got here myself,’ he said.
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