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“Okay” She sounded a bit shaky “Are you going to call the police?”

I’d been so wrapped up in figuring out who and why, I had forgotten about the police “Far as I can tell, nothing expensive has been stolen,” I said “But I’ll call”

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

The police came and took my report I had little faith thathad been stolen All my files were accounted for I’d had ht and out of reach

I placed a call to Little D “Someone broke into my office,” I said “I think it was probably Beaufort or Diesel”

After I’d explained what Sheila had said, Little D said, “Well, it’s too late to ask Beaufort and I don’t think you want to ask Diesel”

“But I would like to talk to Fisher,” I said “He sent his little errand boy, Narsh, with an invite to see hio by Fisher’s shop and see what he wants”

“I can meet you there at three,” Little D said

“See you then”

Little D aiting for me when I pulled up in front of Fisher’s Pawn, in a line of forlorn shops on Silver Hill Road We walked together toward the shop, wedged between Rayelle’s House of Beauty and The Chicken Shack The air reeked of hot grease and singed hair

In the pawn shop, a transparent counter extended the length of the store, relass wall separated the counter fro from computer monitors to old radios and musical instruments packed the shelves

A short, slight man, café au lait in color, looked up from the far end I could see his resemblance to Tina

“Rodney Fisher?” I asked

“Who wants to know?” he asked, in a low, gruff voice

“I’m Sam McRae” I held up his card “You wanted to see me And it so happens, I want to see you”