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"I mean, I wouldn't want to think that the man I'm being asked to deal
with only merits being stuffed in the back of a jumbo with the families
and the blacks." He said it with venom, as if such status issues
really mattered to him.

Packer's patience gave way.

"Fuck the flight, Harry." He forced his mouth into a smile for the
benefit of anyone watching.

"What are you up to?"

Jackman drew back.

"Testing the water."

"Meaning?"

"That I've had enough of this continent, Simon. I want to go home. And
I want to be sure I'm treated right when I get there."

"You've a funny way of going about it."

"Think so?" The eyebrows shot up again, the eyes beneath them
twinkling.

"You're here, aren't you? The string-pullers have sent their boy."

Sam bristled.

"Those string-pullers, Harry, you've upset them. Writing outrageous
letters to the papers isn't wise."

"One paper."

"Whatever. Wasn't wise at all. You ought to be careful."

"Me need to be careful? I think you'll find the boot's on the other
foot, chum."

The waiter returned to reset the cutlery for what they'd ordered. He
was joined by a waitress with a basket of bread, a slender woman with
braided hair, clad in a low-cut African dress. Her skin had the
burnished glow of roasted coffee and her teeth dazzled as she smiled.
She leaned forward and her breasts quivered with a life of their own.
Then she withdrew and a third server came with soup.

When they'd all gone Harry Jackman passed a hand over his shiny dome.