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A crisp knock sounded on the door.
Lurching to his feet, Bosk went to answer it. On his way, he made a detour to the bottle, poured himself another drink. Reaching the door, he peeped out the one-way peephole, saw a man dressed in a suit, carrying a briefcase. The man didn't look threatening. He didn't look anything. He had one of those faces you meet and five minutes later you can't recall ever having been introduced to him before. Bosk was more interested in the briefcase. It is said that Adonians can smell money.
Bosk's nose twitched. He opened the door.
"Yeah?" he said, looking first at the briefcase, then finally lifting his gaze to meet the stranger's. "What's the deal?"
"I don't believe it would be wise for us to conduct our business in the hallway," the stranger said. He wasn't even breathing hard after the long climb. He smiled in a pleasant and disarming manner. "Your neighbors don't need to know your affairs, do they?"
Bosk followed the stranger's glance, saw Mrs. Kasper standing in her half-open door. He glared at her.
"I heard a knock," she said defensively. "Thought it might be for me." She sniffed. "Another of your 'clients'?"
"Nosy old bitch!" Bosk retorted. He opened his own door wider. "C'mon in, then."
The stranger entered. Bosk shut the door, took a look out the peephole to make sure Mrs. Kasper had gone back into her apartment
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