“I know,” Jake said. “Roland, come. Come on, now. He could see Jonas turn, look across the street, then look to his left, peering at something—Very low, a sound: Waow! Waow!It’s a cat.
”Avery sipped more tea, eyeing them over his glass with a roguish expression so false it made Roland want to squirm. ”Reynolds sat forward, eyes intent. ”She smiled. and he had been in at least half a dozen over the last three years, accompanying his father on several short trips and one longer patrol-swing.
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