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“This could work out very well,” my mother said, beaming. “This ad will allow you to help people who need it. Maybe we’ll make a philanthropist out of you yet.” “I think I’d rather be a philanderer.” “Coningsby!” “Just being honest,” I said.
“Yeah. And they spy on me through my TV, too. Saw it on the news. I had to get a really old one to stop that shit.” “You know TVs don’t work that way, right?” “The old ones don’t.” “None of them do,” I said. “They never have. The government isn’t spying on you. They wouldn’t waste the time.” “I know they have me on a list,” he said. “I’m sure they have you on several. Now take off your tinfoil hat and listen: I’m putting you on a list, too. It’s called the do-not-call list. Stop watching X-Files reruns and get outside more.” I hung up the phone before he could say anything else.
“Let me get this straight. Seeing your files would help me solve this case, and presumably others I get. But you won’t let me see the files until I solve cases without benefit of those files.” “Exactly,” Rich said. “What is this, hazing? What happened to ‘to serve and protect’?”
The litter of dead trees was broken by every office machine O’Neill could possibly need and a couple I’m sure he didn’t. So much for the paperless office.
“Corn syrup is for philistines,”
For his whole life, he fought the battle of the bulge but could never be counted among the victors.
“How are you, Joey?” I said. I slid onto the chair opposite him. “When’s the due date?” “You’re hilarious,” Joey said. “I’m a growing boy. I gotta eat.
After we finished four years of college, Joey learned the science and art of setting people up with new identities.
I called Vinnie. It was time to kick the plan into motion. “What the hell do you want?” he said when he answered his phone. “To know where manners have gone,” I said.
This case started as an adultery case before turning into a lot more. There’s a lot of infidelity out there. Do you expect a bunch of infidelity cases?” “Not at all. This was my last one.” “Your last one?” Jessica said. “My last one. I don’t really care who sleeps with whom, nor who gets upset about it. If anything, this case was a prime example couples should talk to each other more. All of this could have been avoided if the Fishers could have communicated with each other.”
