” Mria pats her blond curls with a satisfied air. The engine, as you would expect, was one of Poole’s own designs. She leaned over him and wrapped her trunk around his leg. Is that right?”He nodded.
”“You let it be known you were here, though. I hopped over to the dock. ”“You’ve been talking to Kafele Massri?” He was incredulous. She searched quickly through the bundles of letters, hoping to discover some clue to Susanne’s identity.
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