The White House of Ashworth
The first time Alistair Blackwood read someone, it was in a pub on the Royal Mile, and the man he read was a stranger who had sat down at the table next to him and ordered a whiskey and said nothing for exactly forty-seven seconds before Alistair spoke. "You're waiting for somebody," Alistair said. It was not a question. The man looked up with the guarded wariness of someone who had learned,...
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