Matt Cadd's legs were asleep--two hours on the carpeted floor of a Moroccan restaurant. Raven was footing the bill.
"I'm moving to Egypt, Matt."
He gagged on his thick, muddy coffee.
"There's a teacher. She's the last of a line. I can't say no."
He couldn't feel his feet.
Those are 50-piastre coins on the belt, y'know.
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