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I entered the branch bank where Debbie Miller worked The woreeted me and asked if she could be of assistance After a moment’s discussion, shefor me Nye probably called her the moment I left his apartment

Debbie Miller was one of those women that s, not by a bell, but by her shapely figure and lustrous shoulder-length red hair It was only when they were close enough to plainly see her blee nose, pointy chin, and eyes that didn’t seeht, high-collared dark blue dress that was triold buttons that eenerous breasts, thin waist, and narrow hips Yet there was nothing she could do to flatter her face It was not even remotely pretty and certainly not helped by the excessive amount of artwork she put in around the eyes and lips

Debbie approached cautiously, as if she were afraid of stepping in so, but only out of professional habit I introduced myself and said I hoped that she would answer a few questions if it wasn’t too inconvenient

"Certainly," she said

Debbie glanced about the bank She spied an empty desk with two chairs in the corner near the s and pointed the ith her sharp chin I followed

We sat in the chairs, turning them so we faced each other Debbie’s front teeth were stained with peach gloss fro The rest of her face was pasty white and displayed asRichard Nye before I even asked about hiood man," she said Her voice was tense and she spoke very low, possibly so her coworkers couldn’t eavesdrop Or aze reach mine

"He’s been in trouble, I know," Debbie continued "That’s in the past That’s behind him now He wants to start over People should let him start over"

"Fine withand prospers, or whatever it is that that guy in Star Trek says"

Debbie was surprised by my response "Really?" she asked

"Why not?" I openedto cause him any trouble I just want to dot some i’s and cross some t’s for the lawyer I work for, that’s all"

"Oh But he really is a good man"

"How did you o, I guess He had coot a job afterafter he got out of jail You know about that?"