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Krammes went white. Baejling swore under his breath.
"What the devil is that whacked-out Loti doing?"
One hand on his hip, Raoul let his painted eyes rove over the policeman's body, starting with the head, moving lingeringly down, gliding back up. The policeman flushed an ugly and embarrassed red.
"Here, now--" he began roughly.
"Don't be coy. I saw you watching me." Raoul gave the man a simpering wink. Reaching into the velvet bag, he drew out a gold case, flipped it open. "My card." The policeman gave the card a cold stare.
Not the least disconcerted, Raoul tucked the card into the man's suit pocket, gave the pocket a caressing pat. He gazed up at the man through provocatively lowered eyelids. "I'm staying at the Grand Modenan Hotel, near the presidential palace. Ask for my room number at the desk. I'll be in ... all night."
Pursing his lips, Raoul kissed the air between the two of them, favored the policeman with a melting smile, turned, and strolled off to rejoin the astounded Baejling.
"It is my considered opinion that the gentleman will no longer follow us," Raoul said gravely.
The policeman did not follow them from the spaceport. But, as Dolf mentioned grimly, that meant little. The police undoubtedly had backup agents in place.
"They're keeping an eye on us because we're meeting with an off-worlder. Although"--Mary Krammes managed a smile for the first time since Raoul had met her--"I imagine that they no longer consider you and your companion much of a threat
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