Let's get a few things straight here, Paul. How'd you find out about that? Olie eased down into his chair, his good eye darting from the computerscreen to Mitch and back. One lousy broken nose for all ofthat? Hell, you weren't that goodlooking to begin with. He watched her as she stuffed the garbage into a wastebasket the size ofa shoebox, her movements jerky and quick, her body language snappingthat she didn't want his scrutiny.
She had his sense of justice, it just wasn't as tarnished as his. He brushed his hand off on the leg of his navy chinos, leaving behindflakes of sugar glazing, then offered the hand to Megan. He needed comfort. Beneath the drifts,dead weeds pulled at his boots like fingers reaching up from hell.
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