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"I did not want to call you in, Jaro Moynahan." Jaro Moynahan wiped the sweat from his forehead with a fine duraweb handkerchief. Jaro Moynahan refilled their empty glasses. You've got to find him, Jaro. Jaro Moynahan slipped sideways from the table. Jaro Moynahan sat quietly back down and poured himself another glass of Latonka. Jaro Moynahan In the East a sullen red glow stained the heavens like the reflection of a fire. Once back in his room, Jaro Moynahan stripped off his clothes, unbuckled a shoulder holster containing a compressed air slug gun, stepped under the shower. Jaro Moynahan lit a cigarette, sat down on the edge of the bed.
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