“Hey, Patrick,” I said, walking into McKenna’s that following Monday, not surprised to see him hanging around. Officer Kinney’s wife, Kinsey, worked the counter at the deli. So, naturally, the guy spent a good deal of his time busting her chops while she worked. He offered a friendly smile at my greeting. “Hey, Soldier. How’s it goin’?” “All right. Can’t complain.” I stopped to lean against the counter beside him. “Actually, I have a question for you.” “Yeah? What’s up?” “You know a lot about the people around here, right?” He puckered his lips with contemplation before saying, “Sure, I’d say
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