"Rondine studied me a moment, smiled, and her shoulders moved in a gesture of resignation. But her eyes were hard. In her own way she was a pro too - a young pro, but she had kills behind her and they had to start somewhere. 'Clear, Tiger.' She turned the knob, opened the door and glanced over her shoulder. 'Still love me?'. 'Stick around and you'll find out the hard way.' 'You and your play on words,' she said.
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