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“Here, just give it to the bellboy,” Thom fished in his pocket and drew out a scrap of folded paper. “Hurry now, would you?”

His niece looked at him, then at his hand and rolled her eyes as she took the proffered tip. “He’s not even here helping us,” she complained. “Why do we have to tip him?”

“Because he’s not the bellboy, he’s our bodyguard. Now go and give it to him. The one with the scar at the desk. If I go, they’ll know something’s up. Hurry.”

His niece hesitated for a moment, then turned towards the reception desk. “You’ll still be here, right?” she asked.

“Of course I will,” he lied. “I would never leave you alone.”

(c) Sara Harricharan

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