In Arrears by Morgan Hawke Page B

scarlet. He turned away and covered his face with his overlarge and non-human hand. “Okay, yeah, thanks. Can I go now?”
    The paper fox nodded. “Good night, Ash Wolfe.” It abruptly unfolded into a small sheet of black paper, then refolded into a neat and simple square.
    Ash hastily shoved the paper into his wallet and tossed the leather billfold on his night table. He rubbed his face with both hands. “God, what is it with kitsunes and their fixation with sex?”
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