Chapter 23
“At long f*****g last,” said Duffy, walking over to my desk with a few sheets of paper in his hand. “We’ve got what we asked for. Come on, let’s go show it to Alvin.”
So much for avoiding the boss. Or keeping the fax from coming through. The problem with buying time is that you can only buy so much of it, and when the bill comes in it comes in with interest.
“Okay, yeah.” I pushed my chair back and stood up, wondering why the fax seemed to be longer than it was before. Had the Minneapolis office figured out something new, something that wasn’t in the fax I shredded?”
“Stop trying to peek over my shoulder,” said Duffy as we walked. “You always do that s**t when I’m reading my paper. It’s creepy, Holder.”
“Sorry,” I said. “I’m just curious. What do they have to say? Anything
