‘Can you find somewhere public nearby where we can land?’ ‘I’m doing it,’ Chanterelle said. ‘Although I don’t know what good it will do. You can hardly walk into a plaza with a gun at my head.’ ‘Maybe people will assume we’re a living exhibit and leave us alone.’ ‘Is that as far as your plan goes?’ She sounded disappointed in me. ‘No, actually. It goes a bit further than that. This coat, for instance, has very capacious pockets. I know I can conceal the gun in one without any difficulty, and I can keep it pointed at you without it looking as if I’m just exceptionally pleased to see you.’
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