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Yes, you did. My names Dev Conrad. Im her campaign manager. Do you have any idea where she is? Did you kill her, too? Dude, said Valentine with another shit-eating grin. Youre the one who let him get away, Stone pointed out. Yes. Im doing my job, Mr Bradshaw. Nothing more. Im not accusing anybody of anything. To me, Showalter said, We had a meeting at the station this morning. The whole crew, including Forensics, and a few questions came up. Mr Bradshaw is jumping to conclusions.’ You told me there was a chance he might be alive. A tiny chance, I think you said. What happened, did you get a tip? This is not going to end, Stone said, until everybody on the list, including me, is dead. Devine could have done a kill shot, but he needed one of them alive in addition to Cowl, and Hancock was now the only candidate for the job. Explain, please. He looked at Devine with his head cocked and his features full of incredulity.Dude? Digital signature is unique, okay? Im no amateur. Everything depends on that taxi driver. Thats going to be the district attorneys case. You? Then I felt the slight bump. Something maybe two inches long and a quarter inch thick, if that. No, but I know how much fun it is to talk to Dev. You never want to leave. An opportunist? Take you long enough to say, asshole. But he tacked on a grin to this. Valentine opened the fridge, grabbed a beer, and walked off, while Devine stared down at his hands, thinking. Something Valentine had said had stuck in his head and had made him think of Cowls own words from that old interview with theJournal: A partnership can be simply an idea or a perspective. Man or woman? Mason asked. First of all, stop it with the jah business. She was standing at the far end of the beer-slopped bar. The place was full of young people and the occasional person over fifty trying and failing to fit in. Devine looked to be the only thirty-something there, but maybe his math was off. And he looked older than he actually was; mortal combat just did that to you...