No Alarms and No Surprises

"I was thinking."

Mickey groaned but held his counsel.

"You know the way these Taliban geezers, these suicide bombers, reckon they'll get hold of a load of virgins when the die?"

"Seventy two," Mickey corrected.

"Yeah, whatever." Dook paused. Mickey braced himself for whatever pearl of wisdom was, no doubt, on its way. "Well, there've been women bombers, haven't there. So what do they want?"

"What?"





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