“You move real soon now, hear? As in tomorrow.” He didn’t understand the rush, but he said, “Okay.” She pulled her purse over her shoulder, digging inside for her keys. “And John?” “Yes, ma’am?” “Whatever you just threw out the window when my back was turned?” She looked up from her purse, flashing him a cat’s smile. “Make sure it doesn’t follow you to your new place.” He opened his mouth but she shook her head to stop him. “I don’t like it when somebody tries to set up one of my charges,” she told him. “When you go back in—and trust me, sixty-five percent of your fellow parolees tell me that
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