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“You can’t help David this way You’ve got to let the system work”

“David and Ithere’s been a lot of friction between us in the last several reehed, deep and long and wearily “There shouldn’t be distance between father and son over such foolishness”

“This is hardly the way to mend fences, Marco”

The steel cahs “Let , Jack, just between us If it was one of yours, and there was the slightest chance—just the slightest—that they’d be convicted ofthem?”

“You can’t protect David by stepping in with some bullshit confession”

“Who said it was bullshit?” The word sounded like crea because I can’t live with myself if my own child pays for my crime Now tell me, Jack, would you stand behind your son, or in front of him?”

“Ah, hell, Marco,” was all Whitney could say

He stayed for twenty uided the conversation into casual lines, golf scores, the standings of the baseball team Marco had a piece of Then, quick and sleek as a snake, he’d toss out a hard, leading question on the murders

But Marco Angelini was an expert negotiator, and had already given his bottoe

Guilt, grief, and the beginnings of real fearstew in Whitney’s stomach as he stepped into Eve’s office She was hunched over her co up more

For the first tiue and saw hers She was pale, her eyes shadowed, her ed her hands through it countless tiain, then pressed her fingers to her eyes as if they burned

He re after Cicely had beenaround Eve’s neck

“Lieutenant”

Her shoulders straightened as if she’d slammed steel poles into them Her head came up, her eyes carefully blank

“Coht, annoyed by the stiff and impersonal formality