“I need to go,” Morelli said. “See you around.” See you around? Just like that? All right, so there was a dead guy upstairs, and the building was crawling with cops. I should be happy Morelli was being so professional. I should be happy I didn’t have to fight him off, right? Still, “see you around” felt a little bit like “don’t call me, I’ll call you.” Not that I wanted Morelli to call me. It was more that I wondered why he didn’t want to. What was wrong with me, anyway? Why wasn’t he making serious passes? “Is something bugging you?” I asked Morelli. But Morelli was already gone, disappeared
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