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"You gave it away. Wait a minute, let me guess. You gave it to the little man from the Latvian embassy."
"Mr. Grisek."
"So they'll hunt down the Black Scourge of Riga after all."
"They'll try. He seems to have pretty good survival instincts, but they're highly motivated. So we'll see."
"Wow," she said, and leaned back in her chair and stretched like a cat. "Gee, look at the time. I guess we don't need another round of drinks, do we? We had two already."
"Three."
"Really? Was it three?"
"I'm afraid so."
"It's fu
"No, but I'll bet you're about to tell me."
"It means we had two drinks," she said, "and then we had a third."
"So?"
"Two drinks, and then one drink."
"So?"
"So that one drink seems incomplete, doesn't it? Because you know my theory about how there's no such thing as one drink." She waved a hand, crooked a finger. "Maxine!"
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Lawrence Block is a Mystery Writers of America Grand Master and a multiple wi