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Struan spread his attention between anemone-headed guy and Jean. Both were beginning to wear on him. He was in need of some action, preferable some that would wind up this nonsense with Tom. He’d thought it would be a quick half-a-mill. Tom tended to stick out in crowds, but not in Shaanxi Province, or where-ever the hell he was lying low now. Struan wanted everything to be wound up by the end of the week. There were better things he could think of doing with his time like lying on a beach in Mauritius or Reunion—sans Jean.
His knuckles actually itched. It meant he needed to hit someone. He’d settle for anemone-headed boy. Just let him make one false move...or not, as the case may be.
Struan watched Jean as she delicately attempted eating the noodles without slurping. The guy hadn
