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From: | Pauli Beliveau |
Subject: | [Savannah-help-public] Re: sundown petticoat |
Date: | Wed, 21 Dec 2005 01:55:00 -0500 |
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A P C V L V X M om mb ro IA AL ev IA an er a ie pe LI IU it GR ax id n cia S M ra A ia $75 $68 $64 $99 $85 $99 $69 $12 $99 .95 .00 .95 .95 .45 .95 .95 3.45 .95 caller to leave a message. For any number of reasons, Jason had chosen
not to do so.
And now he was in Argenteuil, walking up the steps of the métro to
the pavement, where he would slowly, cautiously make his way into the
uglier streets and the vicinity of Le Coeur du Soldat. His instructions
were clear. He was not to be the man he was last night, no limp, no
ragged cast-off army clothing, no image that anyone might recognize. He
was to be a simple laborer and reach the gates of the old closed-down
refinery and smoke cigarettes while leaning against the wall. This was
to take place between 12:30 and one oclock in the morning. No sooner
and no later.
When he had asked Santoss messengers-after giving them several
hundred francs for their inconvenience-the reason for these late-night |
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