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'No. Strictly business.' Laura accepted the goblet. She was draped across a glorious Queen Anne walnut-framed settee, upholstered in gros point floral needlework. A piece of furniture, she considered, which would look right at home in her apartment.

'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.'

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

'That's a bleeding lie,' said the other Rex, slipping unexpectedly into his Michael Caine persona. 'Get out of that restaurant and get around to Woodbine's office. If he's there and Mundi's with him, kill them both. I'll be there as fast as I can.'

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

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

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

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.'

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.'

She ran her hand lovingly over the fabric, kicked off her shoes and exposed a length of leg.

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

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

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

'All in good time.' Jonathan tapped his nose. 'Tell me, do you know where you are now?'

'No. Strictly business.' Laura accepted the goblet. She was draped across a glorious Queen Anne walnut-framed settee, upholstered in gros point floral needlework. A piece of furniture, she considered, which would look right at home in her apartment.

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?'

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.'

'No. Strictly business.' Laura accepted the goblet. She was draped across a glorious Queen Anne walnut-framed settee, upholstered in gros point floral needlework. A piece of furniture, she considered, which would look right at home in her apartment.

'Clever girl. The thirty-seventh actually. Would you like to experience something truly wonderful?'

Ed and Johnny were enjoying an unimaginative platter of boiled sprouts. But very much indeed.

'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.

She ran her hand lovingly over the fabric, kicked off her shoes and exposed a length of leg.

'All in good time.' Jonathan tapped his nose. 'Tell me, do you know where you are now?'

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