He
watched as she mashed it to the size of a packet of tissues and dropped it into
her purse.
"All set," she said, snapping the purse shut.
"Damn," said Cade. "Wish I could do that. Don't know why I'd need to,
exactly, but that was a helluva trick, ma'am. What about the prosthetics?"
Patting her purse, Mandi grinningly said, "They went in separately. I didn't
think they'd compress well."
Nodding, Cade opened the door for her. They took the freight elevator to the
tenth floor, then rode down to the fourth floor in one of the regular elevators.
John met them near Cade's room and accompanied them inside without comment
until Cade shut the door.
"Well?" asked John. "How do you think it went?"
"That's exactly what I asked him," said Mandi.
"Well enough," said Cade, reusing his answer to Mandi. "We got away without
having to deal intimately with the public or the news hounds."
"Great," said John. "I talked with Paul Money. He's setting up a lookalike
contest for tomorrow evening." Focusing on Mandi, he asked, "You're going to be
in this room tonight?"
"Yes," said Mandi.
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