He should have left his phone in the car. He should have stayed with his phone in the car, and not walked through the familiar worn door to the bar. Should have stopped after the second shot. Or the third. Or the fourth. His keys were now in the possession of his waitress, not that he would have driven anywhere. He wished she had taken his
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"Lisbon." Silence. "Hello?" More silence. "...look, if you wanna talk, say something now. I'm hanging up."
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All he had to do was wait a few seconds, and she'd hang up. Maybe he...
"Did you get a name for your John Doe yet?" She'd been working a homicide found in a car without identification when he'd left in the early afternoon. He thought he'd managed to sound normal, whatever that was, when he asked the question. Barely a slur at all.
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There was no way that he had called just to ask that; she wasn't buying it in the least.
"Sam," her voice was firm, almost concerned. "Where are you?"
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