Book3:WereMyDreamIs

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    “Whatareyoutwodoinghere?PeepingTintootherpeople’sprivatelife?”EmmanuendSalinaweresurprisedattheuedinterruption.Turningtheirheads,theysawthetall,muscurAfriAmerimantheyknewasJamaz.Allthreeofthemstoodfrozeninpshock.

    “Aren’tyoutheonecalledSalina?”askedJamaz.“Whatareyoudoinghere?”AlthoughEmmanuellookedquitedifferentfromwhatheusedto,Jamazlookedcloselyathimforalongtimeandthensaid,“IfsheisSalina,youmustbe…Mr.Finger...?Wehavebeenlookingforyouforaverylongtime…KingDimitriwantstoseeyoutwo.”Emmanuelwasveryangrythathistrueidentityhadbeendiscovered.Tocoveruphisshameandanger,hejumpeddownfromthecar,lookedmeaningfullyatSalinaa