On the front steps, as Bobby’s leaving, the blond woman comes down the steps alongside him. She says, “Do people in there know you’re a cop?” He considers her, realizes there’s something vaguely familiar about her. “It’s not something I advertise.” “You arrested me once. Two years ago.” Shit. This is exactly why Bobby doesn’t admit his profession in the meetings. “I’ve never forgotten you,” she says. “The hard face but the kind voice.” She lights a cigarette and stares through the smoke at him when she exhales. “Were you using then?” “Two years ago?” He nods. “That would have been right before
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The hard face but the kind voice.
