Practicing for the big show Sunday, I suppose. He looked up as Megan entered the room and pushed his oversize glassesup on his nose. Why didn't you tell me you had his prints? he asked. He has yet to graspthe notion that you're his boss now.
Mitch rose slowly, his expression stony. Ignoring the mess, she folded herself in two, hugging her knees, drysobs racking her body. How about a pizza? The easy camaraderie in his offer surprised her. He went onstaring at the floor for another minute, then brought his head up.
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