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'It will cost you the sofa then.' Laura rose to undress.

'Strictly business. I can give you everything you want. All this. All you have to do is throw in your lot with me. Join forces against the common foe.'

'Yes, excellency. Check please, waitress.'

Jonathan Crawford dumped ice into a tall Venetian baluster goblet and splashed pink liquor over it. 'I'm sorry I had to throw old Rex to the wolves back there,' he said, without a trace of conviction. 'I hope you two weren't an item.'

'{...}Presley City. And everywhere else now that I come to mention it.'

'Now that you mention it. Why have you brought me here, Simon, or Jonathan is it?'

Jonathan looked on appreciatively and filled his own glass with orange juice. 'Nice sofa, eh? Look right at home in your apartment.'

'He never even told me he knew Elvis. But listen. There's one thing I just have to ask.'

'We're tailing Woodbine, excellency.' Dee spat sprout into his portable phone.

'Very nice.' Laura had been mentally cataloguing it since the moment she entered the room. The room was of considerable size and contained more priceless antiques than an entire Lavejay series.

Laura nodded. 'I watched the direction monitor on your pilot's console. We drove round in circles for an hour and now we're back in the Butcher Building. About the thirty-sixth floor, I think.'

'No, no, no. That's not it. Not yet, anyway. Come with me and I'll show you something you'll never forget.'

'I like the sound of that.' Laura didn't like the sound of that one little bit.

'We do. I know all about your dreams of revolution. I took the liberty of planting a listening device in the jukebox you... earned. That's how I knew that you and Rex were on your way over.'

'Strictly business. And it's Jonathan, by the way. Jonathan Crawford, boy genius and future Lord of The old ones are always the best.

Jonathan Crawford dumped ice into a tall Venetian baluster goblet and splashed pink liquor over it. 'I'm sorry I had to throw old Rex to the wolves back there,' he said, without a trace of conviction. 'I hope you two weren't an item.'

'What do you think of my collection?'

Jonathan looked on appreciatively and filled his own glass with orange juice. 'Nice sofa, eh? Look right at home in your apartment.'

Laura nodded. 'I watched the direction monitor on your pilot's console. We drove round in circles for an hour and now we're back in the Butcher Building. About the thirty-sixth floor, I think.'

'Very nice.' Laura had been mentally cataloguing it since the moment she entered the room. The room was of considerable size and contained more priceless antiques than an entire Lavejay series.

Jonathan looked on appreciatively and filled his own glass with orange juice. 'Nice sofa, eh? Look right at home in your apartment.'

'And who is the common foe?'

'Thanks,' said he. 'I'm gobsmacked. Fancy you working with Barry. Does he know where Elvis is?'

Jonathan looked on appreciatively and filled his own glass with orange juice. 'Nice sofa, eh? Look right at home in your apartment.'

Laura nodded. 'I watched the direction monitor on your pilot's console. We drove round in circles for an hour and now we're back in the Butcher Building. About the thirty-sixth floor, I think.'

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