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"Find her a good home, someone to take care of her. She's a little girl, Melrose. She shouldn't be spending her days at Heathrow, scanning for villains. She should be safe." The other members who were awake turned wide-eyed stares at Melrose, who was laughing so hard he was doubled up in his chair. "Just what the hell is so funny?" "Take care of her. This is Patty Haigh you're talking about. The same Patty Haigh who got through Heathrow security on a pinched boarding pass; who wangled her way into B.B.'s good graces and flew to Dubai; who outwitted police in London, Dubai and Nairobi; who carries in her backpack a full selection of costumes and wigs to meet any eventuality; who requisitioned strangers to be her aunts, uncles, parents; who roamed around that godless slum, Kibera, on her own; who got into the Hemingways Hotel without paying a penny; who crossed the dark veldt between Kibera and Mbosi Camp protected only by her wits. This is the person we should keep safe!"