He didn't care what they thought, anyway. She and Mitch could both pay as far as Paul wasconcerned-for the humiliation, for the suspicion. The last picture on the page was of herself and Josh. Without allowing himself to question the wisdom of it, he put the truckin gear and drove toward Ivy Street.
She caught hold of his coat sleeve and moved away from the crowd and theears tuned like microphones to catch any squeak of information. Paul wouldn't let him wear apurple one with that wild coat. His stomach cramped and hisfinger shook as he reached down and punched the message button. With no real leads and no real suspects, it was difficult to focus theinvestigation.
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