Wood, "and I'll take care of Thames. “I thought you weren’t getting along so well with your mother these days. ’ He strode to the fireplace behind the leather-topped desk and addressed his own reflection in the mirror, wagging an admonitory finger in his own face. For hours he seemed to have pleasant dreams of open skies and airplanes, but then the dreams would disintegrate into fleshy charnel house nightmares where he could hear her calling to him through a fog. The clerk at the Raffles Hotel had accorded her but scant interest.
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