“I wouldn't con them, even if my  
life depended on it,” Darryl said,     
finishing the longest speech, I’d ever 
heard him make.                        
     “You're also a cat-burglar.”      
     “I've dabbled.”                   
     “And according to my friends, all 
they could find out about your finan-  
cial situation was that you currently  
have ten million dollars in more than  
one bank.                              
     “You pay taxes, more than your    
share actually, so the IRS can't touch 
you, and plus your occupation is listed
as a 'Warehouse Co-Coordinator',” the  
Cat said while chuckling a little. “I  
like that, by the way.”                
     “It's what I actually do. It's how
I make my money.”                      
     “You mostly co-coordinate jewel   
* shipments, diamonds mostly.”             
     “It's a legitimate business. I    
weigh them out and take my pay directly
from what I'm moving into the country. 
I have signed contracts allowing me to 
do that very thing. You could say, I   
was a middleman for diamonds coming    
into the country, directly from the    
mines, uncut. It’s not a big business, 
but it is lucrative and very           
profitable.”                           
     “Ok, that's not that important    
anyway,” the Cat said, while nodding   
her head, and then stopped.            
     “What I really want to know is    
why?”                                  
     “Why?” Darryl asked and looked a  
little bewildered.                     
     “Why are you here? It's certainly 
not for the money.”                    



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