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would just throw himself into social situations until he was thrown back out. To everyone who knew him he was an asshole. But to these European, Japanese and American bitches he seemed funny, exotic and harmless with his stupid jokes told in halting English. The drugs, and all the girls had drugs, made him seem even more of a charmer.
    Australian girls were the only ones who never fell for his bullshit. Stuck up Aussie twats.
    He would draw them back to the big house with stories of his wealthy family who were back home in India. The girls usually had a rental car or would spring for a taxi. Sefa was
always
losing his wallet, wouldn’t you know? They were invariably gobsmacked by the size of the house. The girl last night said “
unglaublich
” when she saw the pool. Was that German or Dutch? Every girl he brought back easily bought his explanation that the electric was out because of a recent storm and these damned Fijians they hired to get it back on line were just too fucking lazy to fix it right.
    Now his life of playing Fijian millionaire, getting laid by tourist girls and getting high, was coming to an end as indicated by the sounds from the other side of the house.
    He crept barefoot over the tile and crouched behind a knee wall that ran across a big gallery room separating a media area from a music room complete with a Steinway grand piano. Sefa raised his head over the sill of the wall just enough to peer over it and through the opening that led to the home gym.
    These weren’t the homeowners returning for the Christmas holidays.
    Men in mechanic’s coveralls were going around the gym, breaking the glass off the mirrored walls. He could see four men from his vantage point. They all wore vinyl gloves on their hands and cloth booties over their boots. A fifth man joined them carrying a pair of heavy toolboxes in from outside. Big boxes made of red-painted metal. One of the mirrored panels fell to shards, revealing the shining steel door of a safe set in the wall. Two of the men swept the broken glass away and moved the exercise equipment aside while another pair opened the tool boxes to remove power tools and attachments. The fifth man stood waiting, casually smoking one of those electronic cigarettes.
    The smoking man had a bush of dark hair atop his head. The sides were shaved close. He spoke to the others in a mumbled tongue that sounded to Sefa’s ear like French but not French. He turned as if to look right at Sefa. One of his eyes was milky white with a heavy lid that fell over it as if half of his face was dozing. One whole side of his face looked frozen as if paralyzed. The effect spoiled what might have been handsome features.
    Startled, Sefa dropped back into his crouch and crab-walked back the way he’d come.
    A vinyl gloved hand clamped over his mouth. An arm snaked around his neck, cutting off his wind in an instant. His bare feet left the floor with a jerk.
    The Fijian millionaire prayed to every god he knew (and he knew a lot of them) to not let him die tonight.
    An hour later he was praying to those many deities to let him die.
    Three hours after that they granted his wish.

 
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    The Mercedes SUV was good and jammed in the snow all the way up to the wheel wells.
    When Levon came on it, the Merc was grinding away, wheels spinning enough to make it shimmy side to side along the verge of the ring road that circled the lake. All the driver was accomplishing was digging the wheels in deeper.
    He pulled his Ram up in front of it and climbed out. The driver was a woman of thirty or more. Pretty with short-cropped pale, almost white, blonde hair. She wore what looked like a very expensive parka over a black turtleneck.
    “Stuck?” he said.
    “I should say.” She smiled and her face colored a bit. There was a trace of an accent. The Merc’s plates were Massachusetts but that wasn’t it. Clipped and precise with no dropped consonants.
    “I can turn around and winch you out.”
    “I think