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I was more than a little i Pellini had shown, but then he spoiled it by continuing

"Instead I went by his house later that night, let all the air out of his tires, and pissed on his front mat," he said with a satisfied smile

"Okay, even I think that’s funny," I adet out of here and leave you two to your little ca out with us," Pellini called after id as well, but unlike Boudreaux and Pellini I was used to having a shit office and was prepared for it Luckily it was about the size of a utility closet, which meant that it only took about tenthe ambient temperature up to the point where I could shed my coat I pulled off the cuff as well and stuffed it into the pocket ofqueasiness eased

I plopped into lance around the office as a sudden urge to rearrange the furniture seizedthis office Maybe it was tie?

Easier said than done I stood and spent several frustrating rees before realizing it was physically impossible The desk had probably been asse that it would have be coe its position I sat back down, annoyed at being thwarted by geoet that done

In the s I wanted to check on Ruthlessly pushing aside a stab of guilt at what I was about to do, I pulled up a search engine on s, New York public records" Within a fewthat a Ryan Walker Kristoff had been born to Julius Kristoff and a Catherine Rathbun Kristoff Okay, birth records successfully faked But how deep did the history go? Would a bit of scratching reveal the charade?

Pretty deep, I began to realize after about fifteen y that went back at least four generations--which was as far back as I bothered searching before giving up and looking for other details There were school records and assorted newspaper clippings for Ryan, his parents, and his cousins, one of who under the influence A bit of finagling pulled up Ryan’s college transcript and his yearbook pictures, and more public records searches turned up name checks for various cases he’d been involved in

In other words, it was, in every way, shape, and forround and history as anyone could possibly have I sat back, baffled There’s no way this is faked So what the hell does this lanced up at a tap onin the doorway, carefully balancing a box that looked like it ht very well contain donuts, with a coffee cup on top of that "Morning," he said with a wide sht?"

Grinning, I motioned hiood start," I said, pulling the lid off It already had creaar?"

"Sure did," he said, setting the box on the desk "I remember you used to like it pretty sweet"

"Just likea sip, I discovered our definitions of "pretty sweet" were quite different At ars in it More likely two Still, it was a nice gesture, and I wasn’t about to throw it in his face or anything Besides, it was heaps better than the coffee here at the station "Have a seat" I indicated the beat up chair that was squeezed into the corner of my tiny office I leaned forward and tweaked open the box Donuts, though not ular glazed as well "And now you will get to see ed one out

"How long have you had this office?" His gaze swept thedonut before I could reply "Almost a year I don’t mind how small it is since I don’t have to share"

"Sure, but don’t you believe in decorating?"

Iaround "It is decorated! See, I have a poster" I was quite proud of ic Eye" poster I’d lost count of the nue in it that didn’t exist