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I picked up the phone, waiting briefly while he picked up the receiver on his side I said, "I’m Kinsey Millhone"

"Do I know you?"

Our voices sounded odd, both too tinny and too near

"I’ator your father hired I just spent some time with your attorney Have you talked to him yet?"

"Couple of times on the phone He’s supposed to stop by this afternoon" His voice was as lifeless as his gaze

"Is it all right if I call you Bailey?"

"Yeah, sure"

"Look, I know this whole thing’s a bu possible to get you out of here"

Bailey’s expression clouded over "He better do so quick"

"You have faht be soet in touch with"

"I don’t have faet me the hell out of here"

"Hey, coh"

He looked up and off to one side, anger glinting in his eyes before the brief show of feeling subsided into bleakness again "Sorry"

"Talk toWhen’d you get up here? Hoas the ride?"

"Fine"

"How’s the town look? Has it changed much?"

"I can’t make small talk Don’t ask me to do that"

"You can’t shut down on me We have too much work to do"

He was silent for a le with the effort to be coh this part of the state for fear I’d get stopped" Transave ed to speak, but had lost the capacity It felt as if ere separated by lass