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Was GAR responsible? Or were they taking responsibility for a bomb not their own? Had GAR inspired Connor Grant? Or did we have the wrong freaking freak in a cell in the sixth-floor jail?

I left the TV and walked toward the corner Rich and I had co-opted, equidistant from the entrance to the squad room and the ith its view of Bryant Street Our desks faced each other, and Rich looked up when I slung my jacket over the back of my chair

He was on the phone, but he said, “Hold on, please,” and put his hand over the mouthpiece

“You okay?” he asked

I shrugged, said, “Be right back,” and headed into the break roo withof mud with a shaky hand

“What happened in there?” he asked

“Typical dirtbag,” I told him “He recanted his confession or whatever you call what he told me and Joe Said I needed to clean out , of course And he lawyered up The bastard”

Conklin said, “You sure you want coffee?”

“I want so to run over to the hospital for a couple hours Two of Joe’s brothers are just co to meet them there”

“Stay as long as you want,” he said “We can’t get into Grant’s place until after the bomb squad clears it”

I took three sips of coffee, dumped the rest into the sink, and rinsed out the cup I said, “Rich, what if I hadn’t seen Grant standing there on the sidewalk bea, and the Feds would be working this case”

“True”

“Is Grant having a good laugh at the SFPD? Or is he for real? I’d really like to know”

“If he did it, we’ll nail hie from Claire? She wants to see you ASAP”

“Did she say why?”