“And crooks are crooks,” O’Neill said. “I’m getting a cop.” He started away from the table. Jamison’s face went white. “Charlie,” he said, “we’ve got to stop him. A joke is a joke, but Jesus—” “I’ll get him,” Parsons said, rising. He chuckled. “God, he’s a weird duck, isn’t he? I’ll bring him right back. You wait here.” O’Neill had already reached the door. As he stepped outside, Parsons called, “Hey, Frank! Wait a minute!” and ran out after him. Jamison sat at the table alone, still frightened, telling himself he would never again be party to a practical joke. It wasn’t until a half hour
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