Babe dumper
Paulson said nothing, and Devine had nothing he wanted to say to the dweeb. Paulson used his card to access the elevator bank. It looked just like Devines, a 125, as Valentine had described it. Easily cloneablebullshit. Sort of a contribution to the Widow Quane, right? Mason, his voice sharp, said,Dont try to tell me over the phone. Grab a cab and get up here as fast as you can. Dont go to the outer office. Come down the corridor to the side-exit door marked Private. Tap on it and I’ll let you in. So your testimony today has been inspired by statements made to you by the district attorney? And youre sure he didnt used to be with the agency? Okay, let Herbie tell Larkin to choose the spot. He knows where he is. babe dumper What else did the cops want to talk about? she asked. Well, they were a little over average height, about average weight, and they moved as if they were in pretty good shape so Id say that they werent too old. babe dumper Is that his name? Wade noticed it, too.Did you hear the door close? Mason inspected the bottle, said,Its going to take a pair of tweezers to get this paper out. Its been rolled, thrust in the neck of the bottle, and then has expanded. The four men became numbers in his head. Their positions, the accuracy and potency of their weaponry, their sight lines, the obstacles to getting away, the issue of having Montgomery with him, the proximity and possible use of Brad Cowl were also assigned numbers in his brain. The MP5 he could see was on two-shot selector, not full auto. Shotguns were side by side, not pump action, so twin barrels and two rounds each. Hancock had his Glock, with a standard magazine. Cowl was four feet away, drink in hand, no weapon that he could see. Shooting angles and obstructions thereto were observed and dialed into his combat brain. Possible scenarios were spit out. None of them were good. But they never were. Could they be working together? He could be anywhere, the driver of the van. Im not quite sure why, but that doesnt surprise me. Why dont you sit down over here, Mr. Longmire, where youll be comfortable, the young man said and indicated one of the four or five chairs that were drawn up around Gallopss desk. Then he said, I think I’ll just sit over here. The chair that he picked for himself was the one nearest Gallops. Please dont shoot him, Frances said from under the sheet. She walked out, leaving him staring moodily out the window at the bright sky. We found itl the man shouted, as Mason went to the window. We found a gun. Sort of. He was standing behind a nurse that he took with him. I blew his hat off, he said, handing it to Dino, but I think I only grazed him...