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Eliot leaned against the car. “You know, calling in a favor for what would’ve been free is a hell of a waste of resources.”

“Free?” Quinn asked. “Since when does Eliot Spencer come running to Uzbekistan for free?”

“I was in the neighborhood.”

“So I heard. Which suggests you had something else going.”

“Liked this job better.”

“Three hours of surveillance, that’s better work?”

“Good company. And you brought the beer.”

“If only every guy was such a cheap date.”

“Pretty sure that’s my meaning.”

“Is that a fact?”

“That’s a fact.”

Quinn grinned. “What did you have in mind?”