Sheba
“Kane pushed his way through to the entrance of the casino. Skiros was sitting at a table by the window. His eyes, moving rapidly from table to table, gleamed with satisfaction as the dealers raked the chips across the green baize covers. When he saw Kane, a smile appeared on his face and he waved. Kane nodded briefly and turned away. The bar was doing a brisk trade and Romero, Noval and Conde, the Catalina crew, were sitting there in flying jackets. Romero waved and Kane joined them. 'Run any good cargos lately?' Romero asked. 'The pot calling the kettle black,' Kane said. 'Guptas told me he saw you and some Portuguese freighter offloading thirty miles out.' Romero smiled. 'We all need to make a living, amigo.' 'Take care,' Kane said. 'If he saw you, so could someone else.' .ùù...I..............!....................... SHEB A ùù"ùùùùùùùùù.ùùùù.ù"ùùùùùùùù"ùùùùùù"ùùùùù He walked away. Noval said. 'He's right.' Romero shrugged. 'No problem.
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