Chapter Twenty-Five
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Beetroot“Evening, Jean, or is it morning, I'm really very lost with it all,” said Merryweather rubbing at his throat.
“Was that you making all that racket?” I demanded, ignoring his ramblings.
“Of course!”
“What in God's name were you howling for?” I growled, unable to contain my fury.
“I thought that was our secret signal.”
“What the hell are you talking about, we don't have a secret signal.”
“That's what makes it a secret. Don't you know anything about these things?” he said, shaking his head.
“You are the most infuriating man.”
“Look who's talking!” Merryweather interrupted before my rant had begun. “Every time I thought I was about to catch you up, you sped off again. I thought I'd never reach you. If I didn't know better, I'd say you were trying to av
