Can we clear the room out a little? What do you mean? Can we have fewer of your people in here? I'm going to share confidential police information with you, and I don't want it to get out. Men who turn everything into a sexual come on are such bores. He slapped the hat against his leg again and stared out at me through the glass wall. I settled down in my seat, trying to find a comfortable place for my head.
His head hunched between his shoulders as if he were trying to draw into himself like a turtle. I still had the wrist sheaths plus knives on my wrists. Can I ask a few questions, Detective? He took a breath, let it out slow. But part of it was the way any man can make you nervous.
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