So will you meet me?โ โYeah. Sure. Where.โ โMontragโs safe house in Connecticut. If you were the one who killed him, you know the address.
J.R. WardYou're getting into some kind of shape, cop." Aw, come on, now." Butch grinned. "Don't let that shower we took go to your head." Rhage fired a towel at the male. "Just pointing out your beer gut's gone." It was a Scotch pot. And I don't miss it.
J.R. WardA hand landed on his shoulder like an anvil. โHowโd you like to stay for dinner?โ Butch looked up. The guy was wearing a baseball cap and had some kind of markingโwas that a tattoo, on his face? โHowโd you like to be dinner?โ said another one, who looked like some kind of model.
J.R. WardSurely it wasn't possible that Vin diPietro was the first assignment. "Hello?" DiPietro waved. "You in there?" Nah, Jim thought. Can't be. That would be above and beyond any call of duty. Over the guy's shoulder, the commercial that was on the TV suddenly showed a price of $49.99-no, $29.99, with a little red arrow that ... considering where Vin was standing, poined right at his head. "Sh*t, no" Jim muttered. This was the guy? On the Tv screen, some woman in a pink bathrobe smiled up at the camera and mouthed, Yes, it is!
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