"Jesus, you're serious about this, aren't you?" Dupre nervously crushed out his cigarette, staring at me glassy-eyed. "Never been more." He extracted another Gauloise. "Okay, a counteroffer, Miss . . ." "James. Morgan James." "Right, Miss James. I'm beginning to think you've got no realistic sense of proportion about this part of the world. You—" "Fools rush in, right?" "My point precisely. But if Steve here means what he says, well, maybe there's a little room to negotiate. Maybe I could take you on a quick sightseeing trip. And just for laughs I could kind of inadvertently stray over the area I think you might find productive. Assuming we can locate it. But here're my terms. I do it and Steverino and me are square. Consider it a twenty-thousand- dollar cruise." "Fine with me." Steve didn't even blink, and I loved him all over again...
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