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“My dear boy, I’m a doctor, remember? And a specialist with these particular...beasts.” He patted the tufted clouds of his white hair, adjusted his bow tie, and sent him a wry smile. “Also I’m extremely handsome. And charming. I can talk the birds right out of the trees. Whoever is holding our boys simply won’t be able to resist me.” His smile grew wider. “Especially when presented with official documentation.” Though Xander’s body was still frozen with disbelief, his mind broke through the thaw and snatched at Bartleby’s genius plan. “Dr. Hermann Parnassus.” Bartleby executed a bow, managing to make it look both elegant and mocking. “At your service, sir.” Downstairs, his cell phone began to ring again. “How long do you need?” Bartleby shrugged. “About twenty minutes. After all these
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