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“You look like you just swallowed a bad oyster,” Hank whispered as they walked through the brass-and-glass doors of the hotel for the first of two events on the “prince’s” agenda that day.

Wendy swallowed the imaginary lump, using every ounce of willpower to keep walking toward the Land Rover. She now knew what the condemned must feel like, going bravely toward their fate when their insides had turned to mush and their legs quivered like jelly.

“If I’m a bit nervous, I’m sure you can understand why.”