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Chapter 8, section 5: sweet torture
At first he was delighted at the nature of his incarceration. Then he grew suspicious that maybe he had made a terrible mistake and the situation wasn’t what he thought at all. Finally, he saw that he had underestimated his adversary.
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Chapter 8, section 4: Amazons and togas in the garden
The room was small and the walls covered with a yellowish paint that was peeling itself off to reveal lime green underneath, and a further mottled brown under that. The floor was carpeted wall to wall, although the carpeting had long ago succumbed to too much traffic and too many unattended cigarettes.
Chapter 8, section 3: dinner, dancing and les petits morts
Her smell still filled his nose. Her smell, and the tang of orange juice.
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Chapter 8, section 2: The night before
The previous day was relaxed enough. He checked in on Gaetan, then continued his tour of pawnshops and picked up a few more gurkha knives, along with a handful of tips on various rivals’ activities. He inquired with a trusted associate about iris-scan security systems, and ordered one for each of his domiciles. He also checked in on a few business interests.
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Chapter 8: Hermes is well and truly screwed
Hermes stared at the ceiling and wondered how he had arrived at that exact, irritating point. It wasn’t the being tied down spread-eagled, with arms and legs roped to the posts of a bed that irritated him. Or the waking up naked in a different place than where he had gone to sleep.
Chapter 8, section 6: too fucking much