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I nodded. How long do you think it will take? asked Devine. Now her face flushed, and not in a good way. Good. He reached over and took three or four and crammed them into his mouth. Gallops must know, he said. Chapter 50 Devine didnt hear her because he was looking at the name of the gent who had pinged her with the proposal. Walking up Broad Street and enjoying the heat, why? Okay, I was working out at the high school like I always do and somebody tried to mug me. But Devine didnt open his mouth, because he had nothing more to say. The gun was to the front of the glove compartment. It was to send a message, is what Im thinking. What that message was, who knows. Am I really that vain, Abby? Theres a place called the Yard of Ale, on East Fifty-third Street. Hes in a meeting. Whats the real reason? Im so glad, baby. How are you? An email with details about Saras suicide? My wife says it doesnt. From who? Herbie asked. Im sure as hell not going to give it to him...