“Say, George?” Gaston asked. I glanced at him and he winked at me. “Why forty?” “Because it’s a sufficiently large number to make the odds of finding a garden snake improbable,” George said, his voice flat. “Yes, but why not fifty or a hundred? Why such an odd number? Forty? Snakes aren’t commonly measured in forties.” George pivoted on his foot and looked at Gaston. The big man flashed a grin. Jack chuckled to himself. “When he concentrates like that,” Gaston told me, “if you’re really quiet, you can hear the gears in his head turning. Sometimes you catch a faint puff of smoke coming out of
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I'm so glad the author's resurrected my favorite trio from the Edge series.
