When he spoke it was in the low, measuredvoice he used when his patience was wearing thin. Steiger sat at the table, frowning, his nose a triangle of adhesivetape. Nevertheless, the Fujiwara hadcompassed their purpose. The cop glanced up from his book, looking as if he wanted no part ofthis scene.
Josh wasgone and she was sentenced to this punishment-to stand and do nothingwhile her neighbors cleaned her house and a cop sat at her kitchen tablereading a paperback novel. He eased a little closer. Odd, but it didn't feel as ifthere were more than one other person in the room. See if she might be able to do a voice ID of the man she spoke with.
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