He looked suddenly serious again. He must have woken before we did and dragged himself down to his coffin. At that point I'd have agreed to anything that would get me on my feet and out from under the two of them. I'm sorry, Byron, but Jean-Claude is about to lose control of Primo.
Artificial tan was starting to be big business among the recently dead. It would be something bad, wouldn't it? I shrugged. I looked into that terribly young face, and there was no one young looking back at me. It was real.
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