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“Renee LaBelle?”

They looked up to see a nurse enter the lobby, pushing a wheelchair Renee raised her hand and the nurse rolled the chair toward her and helped her into it “Let’s get that X-rayed, shall we?”

A good hour later, Renee was discharged, a bandage on her forehead, a pair of crutches for her wrapped ankle, and co hurt worse than the three stitches in my head”

Rehed “You think it hurts now? Wait until tomorrow”

“Cheery thought,” she said, leaning on her crutches, waiting for Sam to pull up in the car

“You’re sure you still want to go to lunch?”

“Positive Where are we going? I’ll text Hank to let him knohere to pick me up”

They decided on the Fargos’ hotel, since it was fairly close to the hospital Saot some phone calls to make I think I’ll order room service and let you two catch up” He leaned down, kissed Remi, then left

Renee, having taken a pain pill at the hospital, ordered a virgin Bloody Mary, while Re When the drinks arrived, Renee lifted her glass “To old friends, the best kind”

“To best friends, the best kind” Re a sip “Whoa! That is one spicy drink”

“Just the way I like it”

The waiter returned with their lunch and they picked at their food, talking about everything but the reason the Fargos were in Tunisia to begin with Re before broaching the subject “About e’re here …”

Renee sighed “I know you have to look at the discrepancy in the books”

“I hate this”

“Not as much as I do Hank told me I needed to call you I …” She set her drink on the s Re sooner, but Hank thinks that Warren’s been ski, but when he showed er, there was no doubt Warren denied it when Hank and I confronted hi He proot here, but then he never showed, the accident happened, and, well, now you know”