He lifted the bottle of nonalcoholic brew and grimaced at it while hehacked up a rattling glob of phlegm. During that interval, twelve forms of sen*were struck. Above suspicion. Mitch's gaze drifted to the restaurant entrance, where people were stillcoming in from the 'wide hall of the old warehouse-turned-mini-mall.
The statement was matter-of-fact, but it struck a chord in Megan. A game, Megan whispered. He could choke downsome supper with her before he took her back over to the Strausses so hecould spend the rest of the night looking for Fletcher. Tension and anger and fearhovered like a cloud, like a drift of noxious fog.
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