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“There was a longer quiet between us then, before I reached into the middle drawer of my desk and pulled out Laura Crain’s note to Darius Baker, the one I’d found in his jacket, and slid it across the desk to Quirk. He held it close to the desk lamp as he read it, then slid it back to me. “Now you give this up?” “Maybe my own Catholic guilt?” “You’re not Catholic,” Quirk said. “Imagine my surprise at the guilt, then.”
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“Junior was waiting for me at the other end of the room, at the hallway that led back to Tony’s office. “Junior,” I said. “You’re looking well.” He gave me a bored shake of the head. “You know the drill,” he said. “I was told by the owner to leave my piece in the car and did,” I said. “Boss don’t trust you for shit.” “I’m not going to lie, Junior,” I said. “That hurts.” But raised my hands above my head. “No inappropriate touching,” I said. “And no tickling, I mean it.”
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“then if it might be time to piss on the fire and call in the dogs. “Did I just hear you say that?” “A client of mine from Texas said it to me the other day.”
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“I iced my knee while watching Maria Stephanos read the news on Channel 5, telling myself as always that Maria was speaking directly to me and, further, was ready to leave her family for me if Susan ever dumped me. I had mentioned having these thoughts about Maria to Susan once and she said, “You just keep thinkin’, Butch. That’s what you’re good at.”
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“He was wearing white Adidas boxing shoes and long black satin shorts and another of his endless supply of “Black Mamba” T-shirts, this one with Kobe Bryant’s likeness on it. In comparison, I was the one who looked like the thug, in a Red Sox T-shirt cut to the shoulders and baggy gray sweatpants and sneakers to match. “Good news for you,” Hawk said, watching me move from side to side in front of the bag, “is that your workout clothes won’t never go out of fashion, on account of never having been in no fashion in the first place.” “You planning to review my workout along with my functional attire?” I said. “Don’t require much planning. You been letting your elbow fly out from underneath your shoulder lately when you throw your hook.” “You’re just pointing that out now?” “Been workin’ up to it, I know how sensitive you are ’bout what’s left of your form.”
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“She stood now, stiffly, wincing slightly, arching her back the way cats do. “Sorry,” she said. “My back doesn’t allow me to sit for long periods anymore. From a lifetime of doing too much sitting. The most essential hour of my day is my noon yoga at the Equinox over on Dartmouth. It’s like I have a lunch date every day with my back.” “A friend of mine once said that a bad back is like having a second job,” I said.”
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“To my right was a small sitting area with a couch and two chairs and coffee table, giving the office the feeling of being a small suite. Claire Megill gestured for me to take the couch. She took one of the chairs across from it. I sat. She sat. She crossed her legs. And I heard a melody.”
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“beauty, or lack thereof. But I continued to fall short of her expectations for me in that regard. Claire Megill was quite attractive, managing to show off a terrific figure in a slim navy skirt suit.”
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“But just remember,” Susan said. “If money could buy happiness, I’d be out of business.” “I’ve heard that it can’t,” I said, “but consider it to be irresponsible gossip.”
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“Susan told me about you,” she said. I ducked my head in false modesty. “The rugged good looks?” I said. “Or devilish charm?”
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“I had already chopped the mushrooms and onions before she arrived, sautéed them until they were soft, and had them cool. Now I was ready to mix them in with the ground turkey and bread crumbs, one egg, salt, pepper, and just a splash of Worcestershire sauce before carefully making the patties.”
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“Laura alive,”
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“had already chopped the mushrooms and onions before she arrived, sautéed them until they were soft, and had them cool. Now I was ready to mix them in with the ground turkey and bread crumbs, one egg, salt, pepper, and just a splash of Worcestershire sauce before carefully making the patties. I always made extra”
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