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. Everyone s a fucking witlately. I turned my attention back to the files.Nothing on Asa s Playground mentioned.Was I reaching? I scrolled downthe list again, slower this time. You re missing some numbers there, Cordova said, peering over at myscreen. What? Scroll up a few lines.Stop. He pointed at my screen.I hadn t been checking the spreadsheet line numbers, just the names.Iworked backward, up the list stopping at line one thirty-nine.The next numberup was one twenty-seven. Shit. Were those missing when I first saw the file? Igave myself a mental pat on the back for printing out the original files.Settingthe laptop aside, I lifted the tarp and began searching for the papers.They weren tthere.Maybe Cai had moved them? Or Rosa.I scoured the living room for them.Checked my office.Nothing.Maybe Dave had taken them home to review.And not told you about it yesterday when you mentioned them?Oh, Yay.Peter Pissed at Someone Else For a ChangeI grabbed my coffee cup and went to think in the kitchen.What was I goingto do? What could I do? What should I do? Confront him? Give him time to hide Shattered Glass 285the evidence? This is Dave, you re talking about.What did I know, anyway? Nothing for certain.Barn lager wasn t even acommon saying in Swedish.Otherwise there would have been references of thephrase all over the web.Marta would not use incorrect Swedish for her company.Would she?Anyone could have moved the papers.So what if Dave knew Alvarado.I knew him, too.And I wasn t involved withhis laundering.And yesterday? He had just been nervous.Dave had been nervous aboutstanding next to the homo who slept with a witness and whose career was onlymissing the final knock of the gavel before it ended.Normally I wouldn t question my instincts.I was good at what I did: piecinginformation together and seeing the error in an equation.You re just wrong this time.The address was downtown the 16th street mall, just where Peter and Darrylremembered.Barnlager.com.The missing pages.Dave had them in his hands.You left him here alone.Dave has your laptop password from the fantasy football league.Fuck.Fuck.Fuck!No fucking way was I turning him in.It was a selfish thought, but I couldn tget past the fact that Dave was my last ally.My only remaining friend.The oneperson I could call family.I was pacing a stripe into the kitchen floor when Darryl walked in. Oh, God.Please tell me you two aren t still fighting, he moaned.His eyeswere half-masted and crusty with sleep.That didn t stop his mocking voice. Ilove you.No you don t.I don t love you.Yes you do.Wah wah wah.Some of uswanted to sleep! I wasn t rising to the bait.Instead, I changed the subject. You slept withRosafa in tighty-whities and a tank top? I think her virtue is safe with me. He lifted his pink blindfold off his neck 286 Dani Alexanderand used it as a headband. Thank fuck there s coffee.Who s the stud on thesofa? I vaguely recall him as I stumbled to bed last night. FBI.Rosa s personal guard, I said distractedly.Why hadn t I picked up thephone already?If Dave admitted to laundering? Trafficking? Murder? What then? What are you worked up about? I followed Darryl s sneer to my fingersdrumming on the countertop. Nothing. Why does Rosa have a security detail? Darryl asked.I watched as he pouredthe last of the brown liquid into his cup.My own mug sat half-empty andmourning. I thought she wasn t in witness protection anymore. It was a valid question, but other things were on my mind. How the fuckshould I know? Ask her. All right, dickwad.I will. The doorbell rang.Agent Cordova stood and peeked in through the archwayto the kitchen. That s probably my partner Agent McCleary.Would you mind ifI answered your door? Go for it. I wasn t paying attention.I didn t care who came and went in thehouse.Darryl runway-walked back to the bedroom without spilling a drop of hiscoffee, all while somehow managing to ogle Cordova s butt.Waterboardingwouldn t have made me admit I was watching Darryl s ass as he left.It wasn t even that great of an ass. Detective Glass, this is Special Agent Dan McCleary.He ll be on day shift inthe house. Rather than come to me, Dan McCleary held out his hand and keptit there until I had to exit the kitchen to shake it.Speaking of great asses, DanMcCleary clearly was one.Let the dick contests begin.McCleary was an unpolished, semi-attractive man in his late thirties or earlyforties.His hair was grey.His suit was cheap.His cologne was cheaper, and hisattitude was a hundred percent asshole. Shattered Glass 287He gave me an instant boner.One day I was going to have to analyze why whores and assmunchers gave mewood, while nice guys like Riley left me feeling blasé.Maybe I just wasn t responding because I knew Cai had a crush on him.Yeah that was it.Before I could lie to myself some more, Darryl s voice bellowed from thebedroom. Over my dead perfectly-posed body! The guest room door banged open.Darryl strode past me in a blur of blondhair, his skinny legs disappearing upstairs. I take it he just found out what Rosa being in WitSec means? I proffered,raising my eyes to the ceiling.Upstairs the pounding on my bedroom door gaveway to muffled yelling [ Pobierz caÅ‚ość w formacie PDF ]
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. Everyone s a fucking witlately. I turned my attention back to the files.Nothing on Asa s Playground mentioned.Was I reaching? I scrolled downthe list again, slower this time. You re missing some numbers there, Cordova said, peering over at myscreen. What? Scroll up a few lines.Stop. He pointed at my screen.I hadn t been checking the spreadsheet line numbers, just the names.Iworked backward, up the list stopping at line one thirty-nine.The next numberup was one twenty-seven. Shit. Were those missing when I first saw the file? Igave myself a mental pat on the back for printing out the original files.Settingthe laptop aside, I lifted the tarp and began searching for the papers.They weren tthere.Maybe Cai had moved them? Or Rosa.I scoured the living room for them.Checked my office.Nothing.Maybe Dave had taken them home to review.And not told you about it yesterday when you mentioned them?Oh, Yay.Peter Pissed at Someone Else For a ChangeI grabbed my coffee cup and went to think in the kitchen.What was I goingto do? What could I do? What should I do? Confront him? Give him time to hide Shattered Glass 285the evidence? This is Dave, you re talking about.What did I know, anyway? Nothing for certain.Barn lager wasn t even acommon saying in Swedish.Otherwise there would have been references of thephrase all over the web.Marta would not use incorrect Swedish for her company.Would she?Anyone could have moved the papers.So what if Dave knew Alvarado.I knew him, too.And I wasn t involved withhis laundering.And yesterday? He had just been nervous.Dave had been nervous aboutstanding next to the homo who slept with a witness and whose career was onlymissing the final knock of the gavel before it ended.Normally I wouldn t question my instincts.I was good at what I did: piecinginformation together and seeing the error in an equation.You re just wrong this time.The address was downtown the 16th street mall, just where Peter and Darrylremembered.Barnlager.com.The missing pages.Dave had them in his hands.You left him here alone.Dave has your laptop password from the fantasy football league.Fuck.Fuck.Fuck!No fucking way was I turning him in.It was a selfish thought, but I couldn tget past the fact that Dave was my last ally.My only remaining friend.The oneperson I could call family.I was pacing a stripe into the kitchen floor when Darryl walked in. Oh, God.Please tell me you two aren t still fighting, he moaned.His eyeswere half-masted and crusty with sleep.That didn t stop his mocking voice. Ilove you.No you don t.I don t love you.Yes you do.Wah wah wah.Some of uswanted to sleep! I wasn t rising to the bait.Instead, I changed the subject. You slept withRosafa in tighty-whities and a tank top? I think her virtue is safe with me. He lifted his pink blindfold off his neck 286 Dani Alexanderand used it as a headband. Thank fuck there s coffee.Who s the stud on thesofa? I vaguely recall him as I stumbled to bed last night. FBI.Rosa s personal guard, I said distractedly.Why hadn t I picked up thephone already?If Dave admitted to laundering? Trafficking? Murder? What then? What are you worked up about? I followed Darryl s sneer to my fingersdrumming on the countertop. Nothing. Why does Rosa have a security detail? Darryl asked.I watched as he pouredthe last of the brown liquid into his cup.My own mug sat half-empty andmourning. I thought she wasn t in witness protection anymore. It was a valid question, but other things were on my mind. How the fuckshould I know? Ask her. All right, dickwad.I will. The doorbell rang.Agent Cordova stood and peeked in through the archwayto the kitchen. That s probably my partner Agent McCleary.Would you mind ifI answered your door? Go for it. I wasn t paying attention.I didn t care who came and went in thehouse.Darryl runway-walked back to the bedroom without spilling a drop of hiscoffee, all while somehow managing to ogle Cordova s butt.Waterboardingwouldn t have made me admit I was watching Darryl s ass as he left.It wasn t even that great of an ass. Detective Glass, this is Special Agent Dan McCleary.He ll be on day shift inthe house. Rather than come to me, Dan McCleary held out his hand and keptit there until I had to exit the kitchen to shake it.Speaking of great asses, DanMcCleary clearly was one.Let the dick contests begin.McCleary was an unpolished, semi-attractive man in his late thirties or earlyforties.His hair was grey.His suit was cheap.His cologne was cheaper, and hisattitude was a hundred percent asshole. Shattered Glass 287He gave me an instant boner.One day I was going to have to analyze why whores and assmunchers gave mewood, while nice guys like Riley left me feeling blasé.Maybe I just wasn t responding because I knew Cai had a crush on him.Yeah that was it.Before I could lie to myself some more, Darryl s voice bellowed from thebedroom. Over my dead perfectly-posed body! The guest room door banged open.Darryl strode past me in a blur of blondhair, his skinny legs disappearing upstairs. I take it he just found out what Rosa being in WitSec means? I proffered,raising my eyes to the ceiling.Upstairs the pounding on my bedroom door gaveway to muffled yelling [ Pobierz caÅ‚ość w formacie PDF ]