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Sure. She grinned again.Well, I tried. She picked up the phone and punched a button. “Mr. Longmire, the beekeeper, is here. She listened and then she said. “He says hes a beekeeper. I dont.” There was another pause and then she said, “All right,” and hung up the phone. “Right through there,” she said, indicating a pair of sliding double doors. Id paid him way too little. If Showalter ever found out hed helped me to this extent, Bromfield would be out of a job. Or given what Showalter had probably done to Karen tonight, he could lose a lot more. The keys were in an envelope taped to the tank, and he pocketed one and inserted the other in the ignition. Following what Harvey had shown him, he kicked the starter once, and it came to life. He rehearsed the gear-change sequence while still on the kickstand, then he got off and pressed the button beside the garage door. He mounted the bike, pushed off the stand, shifted into first, and motored slowly into the street, flipping down the helmet visor. The garage door closed behind him. When he wasnt saying yes and no into the phone he sat quietly at his desk with the patient look of a man who has learned how to wait. Once in a while he would flick a glance at me although I dont think I really interested him that much. My one attempt at idle conversation had failed utterly. I had said, Been with the union long? He had said, “No, not long, and then he had gone back to waiting for the phone to ring so that he could pick it up and say yes or no. Lee, too. I see, she said. Im either your worst nightmare or your savior. It all depends on how you want to play this. Mr. Alder, Mason said, arising and extending his hand. Oh, okay. Hey, thank you for your service. I nodded. Mason bent and kissed her. Oh, all right, she said, unlocking the chain, but believe me, you cant afford it. Holster your weapon before you do, Stone yelled. Almost immediately after the purse was recovered. I told the receptionist that my name was Harvey Longmire and that I had an appointment with Mr. Murfin. She nodded, picked up the phone, dialed a few numbers, said something into it, and then smiled at me as she hung up. Which means you have to sleep in your bed, at least for tonight, said Devine. Im always game for a beer. And talking about Sara might be good for both of us...