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. And of kisses.
Then we tried to call Xia... and a man came on screen whom I did not
recognize; he was not Xia's day-shift desk clerk. "What do you want?" he
demanded.
Hazel said, "I'd like to speak to Xia, please."
"Not here. This hotel has been shut down by the Bureau of Sanitation."
"Oh. Can you you me where she is?"
"Try the Chief of Public Safety." The face flickered off.
Hazel turned to me, her eyes filled with worry. "Richard, this can't be
right. Xia's hotel is as squeaky clean as she is."
"I see a pattern," I said grimly, "and so do you. Let me ay."
I moved in, queried for code, called the office of the top cop, HKL. An
elderly desk sergeant answered. I said, "Gos-pazha, I'm trying to reach a
citizen named Dong Xia. I was told-"
"Yeah, I booked her," she answered. "But she made bail an hour ago. Not
here."
"Ah so. Thank you, ma'am. Can you tell me where I might reach her?"
"Haven't the slightest. Sorry."
"Thank you." I switched off.
"Oh, dear!"
"Leprosy, sweetheart. We've got it; anyone who touches us
catches it. Damn."
"Richard, I'm stating the simple truth. In my childhood when this was a
penal colony, there was more freedom under the Warden than there is now with
self-government."
"Maybe you exaggerate but I suspect Xia would agree with you." I chewed my
lip and frowned
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