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Then he checked out the rest of the email. You had a conversation? Gloster interrupted quickly. You are funny man. Let me think. I get back to you. He walked to the corner, turned, and headed downtown. Mason smiled.The district attorney pointed her out to you? He didnt expect to see Michelle Montgomery after what had happened the previous night, but he was wrong, because there she was in her bikini. She didnt look at the train or wave. She looked tired; her shoulders slumped. She must have come back here with Cowl. He didnt blame her for getting up early to meditate by the pool after what had happened the previous night. The Bugatti kept blasting south, through Midtown and next Downtown and then straight to the Financial District. There it turned onto Exchange Place, one block south of Wall Street, to the building where Sara Ewes had died. It turned into the parking garage at Cowl and Comely. Yes, go on, Mason said. As much as three hours? Can you come up for a little bit? Now that its fully hit me that I was the unwitting messenger for a criminal syndicate, I dont want to be alone. I might slit my wrists. I cant argue with your reasoning, Stone said, as the car pulled up in front of the house, but not yet. Fred came, took their dishes, and wished them a good evening. How are Ham and Ginnie? Stone asked of her father and his girl. Hows the investigation coming? Have you found out why she killed herself? No. Cowls phone? He didnt know which about what happened last night event she was referring to, so he kept silent. You learned more by listening, and by speaking less your words tended not to come back to bite you. He had already made one error on that score. He just stared at her blankly...