“You were there this afternoon,
weren’t you?”
“What do you expect? I’m supposed to tell Amburgey and Tanner I
can’t be in on the meeting because you and I have been seeing each other?”
“Of course you couldn’t tell
them that,” I said in a miserable way.
“But maybe I wanted you to. Maybe
I wanted you to punch Amburgey’s lights out or something.”
“Not a bad idea. But I don’t think it would help me much come
reelection time. Besides, you’d probably
let my ass rot in jail. Wouldn’t even
post my bond.”
“Depends on how much it was.”
(from Postmortem by Patricia Cornwell)
9*/10. The
full review is here.
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