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        “Reese, I’d really love to know what your interest is in this case,” said the District Attorney. 
      “Well, we stumbled upon some information looking into something else.  It seemed only appropriate to pass it on.”
      “Well, we’ve contacted his attorney.  Actually, his attorney is deceased, but his ( Read more... )

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    Neal had trouble with his tie the next morning.  His hands wouldn’t stop shaking, and he was alternately worried that he was going to give it away by grinning his face off or give it away by going berzerk and trying to strangle Kramer.  But at least Peter knew.  And all the people who loved him-yes, loved him-knew ( Read more... )

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  “Well, I’m certainly glad you found what you were looking for in DC,” said June.  Mozzie made a sweep for bugs every week, but it didn’t mean they weren’t tapping the wire.
     “Some parts of the visit were disappointing,” Peter said.  “I went by the Art Crimes Division to see Neal-Bruce said he thought it would be ( Read more... )

For Chapter 10, click HERE          Peter had called the office to say he was driving back.  He didn’t say when.  He’d been cooling his heels hanging around the corner where the dry cleaner was without any clear idea of what he was doing there.  Someone-the woman who’d gotten into the elevator with him, presumably-had known he wanted to see Neal, ( Read more... )

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   Eating out was a supreme luxury, but Melissa told him it was on the Bureau.  Neal somehow doubted that, suspecting Kramer probably went forensic on the expenses charged to the office, but he went along with it because the thought of sitting in a restaurant with actual linens and silverware and a pretty woman across the ( Read more... )

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  Bruce’s visit had cheered Neal quite a bit, but he had been too smart to fall for the trick.  He had accepted the message, thanked Bruce for it, but had not responded.  He was pretty certain that, had he tried, Kramer would have called foul and had him up on insubordination charges.  He was having a hard time as it was ( Read more... )

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    “I know, Bruce,” Peter argued, pacing the bedroom floor.  “I understand he’s within his rights.  I just want to-” He stopped pacing and listened, shook his head and then realized Bruce couldn’t see it.  “No-it doesn’t have to be by phone.  Hell, Bruce, it doesn’t even have to be me.  I just want to get a message to ( Read more... )

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  Try as he might, Peter could not get up to the previous day’s optimism.  El had sensed his unhappy mood that morning over breakfast even though he had tried to hide it from her.  She had kissed him gently as she left and had not tried to jolly him out of his bad news.
       He drunk his coffee determinedly, read the ( Read more... )

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    “Get in,” said Sara.  Mozzie looked furtively around and dived into Sara’s car.
      “Sara!” he admonished.  “You can’t just…just pluck me off the street corner like that.  Someone might see us!”
      “You didn’t mind being seen with me earlier today,” she said, whipping the little car in and out of traffic.
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  “-brought your lunch,” said El.  She leaned down and kissed Peter’s temple fondly and pressed a small bottle into his hand.  He looked at it in surprise, then grinned.  Migraine pills.  Yep-those might make a dent in his headache.
  “Thanks, Hon,” he said, and stretched to get a real kiss.  She allowed it, then ( Read more... )