Alex nodded, then smiled wryly, blood staining his teeth. "What can I say? Part of the job." You can say 'no,' Dembe thought. You can say 'I'm only a child.' You can say 'none of this is my fault.' Dembe Zuma and Alex Rider wind up in the same cell when Alex is fifteen, or maybe sixteen. He's not quite sure.
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