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"We will" Savich turned to Griffin "Let’s show Mr Rasmussen to the elevator"

"You know, Savich, both o--Alexander ever since I stole his new Mustang and took it for a spin A pity I wrecked it"

"You were thirteen, Rob," Savich said, as the group of four walked together down the wild hallway

"And a spoiled little idiot I re was his graduation present fro Then after I nearly killed that guy in the bar fight, Alexander wanted ht, but she wanted to hear what he would say about it "What happened?"

"I hate to own up to it, even now, but I was treating irlfriend like dirt because I was drunk and I’d heard she cheated on uy--around twenty-five--took exception We got into it and I hurt hiirlfriend hauled off and whacked h I deserved it

"Venus arranged the army option, she has friends everywhere who’ve helped me out more than once"

"There were other times?" Sherlock asked

He cleared his throat "Well, I did a bit of shoplifting when I was a kid, a bit of pot when I was in high school, soh to know better But beating up that guy, that was the biggie His name is Billy Cronin, he’s married and has three kids, lives up in Philly I, ah, check on him every couple of years"

When they reached the elevator, Savich pushed the button The doors opened alent Hay western song Savich didn’t recognize, thought she’d probably written it herself Two agents on the elevator stood behind her, obviously enjoying theents behind her "I’ll catch you guys later, thanks Dillon! How nice to see you I’m here to take Griffin to lunch Hi, Sherlock" She stopped cold, blinked at Rob "Who are you?"

Griffin laughed behind Savich "Delsey, what’s that song you’re singing?"

Delsey sang a couple of bars, never taking her eyes off Rob Rasmussen "I call it ‘Lamebrain at the Hoedown,’ classic country and western, all the way down to the twang and the head in the toilet theit at the Bonho back at Delsey, his eyes a bit unfocused, looking shell-shocked TellSavich didn’t want to, but he had no choice "Delsey, this is Rob Rasmussen"

Delsey looked up at him, and slowly, she smiled "Have you had lunch yet?"

Rob shook his head, ran his tongue over his suddenly dry lips "Well, no, and I’m starved But what about your brother?"

"Who? Oh, Griffin, I’ll bet he’s going to take Savich and Sherlock to lunch, right, Griffin?"