If you weren't driving it, who was? You have a buddy youmight have loaned it to? You can tell me. Megan fully expected him to point a bonyfinger at her and scream, Heretic 11. And what if he doesn't? Mitch demanded. Megan bit down on a suggestion for the sheriff to go pass the timeattempting the anatomically impossible and leave the interview to herand Mitch.
I'll be okay. But he dug his ID out and handed it over. He looked as priestly as Mitch had ever seen him, with aclerical collar standing up stiffly above the crew neck of his blacksweater. His blue eyes twinkled.
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