![]() The sonofabitch has Freon in his veins, I'm warning you. Just a note or a phone call-something to let on that he knew I was hurting. Lanie Gault put her hands under her chin.I thought he might bring it up, after Bobby was killed. Dennis never said a word, but I'm sure he knew. Go for the easy bucks, that would be the advice. You heard of it?Īs he packed his suitcase Decker heard himself say: So what? He hated the way he sounded because he sounded like every lazy asshole cop or P.I. You think Lockhart killed your boyfriend? Decker asked Lanie.ĭecker recognized the old mug shots. Lanie reached in her purse.Courtesy of the booking desk at the Dade County Jail. I'll check into it, Decker promised.I'm tired, Lanie. They're into health insurance, unit trusts, oil futures, real-estate development. Lanie straightened, as if working out a crick in her spine.More than old-time religion, she said.OCN is quite the modern conglomerate. You're doing just fine, Decker thought.Good night, he said. Yeah, you did, she said,but Dennis wired me a picture, in case I wasn't sure. ![]() Positive, Lanie said.Bobby knew every log in that lake.
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