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LEAH
At twelve thirty on Friday, Brian started whining, and I knew Kevin was nearby. The dog was a damn psychic. But why did Kevin keep coming home for lunch? Trust issues? This whole “act natural and he won’t suspect a thing” charade was tougher than I ever thought it would be. Everything I said, everything I did, I second-guessed myself.
Still, I headed to the wall to remove the microphone before he arrived, and I couldn’t say I was sorry for the break. Listening to Garner was more boring than binding reports. Apart from making one call to his brother-in-law—Garner’s sister was sick but refused to go to the doctor, apparently—the man had done nothing but watch telenovelas all morning. Again. Seriously, how did he earn a living? Either he had money in the bank, or Dan was right and h
