Chapter 120 THE FOURTH FLOOR

POV: Thomas Webb

"She asked what I drink when a case closes."

Reyes set the van's hardwired handset in its cradle as if it might still be hot. Webb looked up from the dead screens. In his left ear the open line hissed with steel and water and a compressor that wanted oil.

"Who did?"

"Your Margot...

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