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“Thank the gods the damned conference starts tomorrow,” Urbain muttered with heartfelt sincerity. “I never thought I could get tired of spending time in a classy place like this,” he swept his arm around to encompass the suite. “But damn…I’m bored and getting cabin fever big time.”
“We can go down to the restaurant,” Con reminded him. “Your keepers have given their okay for that.”
“I suppose it’s better than watching any more television, though only marginally. I still feel like a prisoner.”
One of the agents got up from the table where he’d been playing cards with his counterpart. “I’ll go down and check it out first and then we’ll see.”
Giuliana joined him. “We’llgo check it, just to be on the safe side.”
The agent looked askance at her but didn’t bother to argue. After having spent the day with her and the others he was well aware she was not someone he dared argue with.