Good hunting, Lieutenant." "Thanks. Hey, you've got a lot of businesses to protect." He turned in his doorway. "One or two." "Zillion," she finished. "The point being, you've got fail-safes and contingencies and whatever. Various people who'd do various things when in the dim, distant future, you die at two hundred and six after we have hot shower sex.
( J.D. Robb )
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