DISCOTHÈQUES
It is 10:30 p.m. as the young couple hurry along the deserted waterfront alley. Then, with a quick backward glance, they disappear through an old wooden door innocently labeled International Exports, Ltd. Inside sits the late-working receptionist known as Annabelle Luck. "We need a safe house," whispers the man. "Are you sure you haven't been followed?" Annabelle whispers back. "Stand over by the bookcase."
Even a paperback Bondsman can guess what happens next: Annabelle flicks a series of switches and the bookcase lifts smoothly away, revealing a narrow, darkened secret passage. Anxiously,...
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