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“What the hell’s going on, Hinkle? Cops talking to our sellers? Driving by Audrey Poole’s business? Leaving messages for her? How close are they getting?”
Sean Hinkle’s fingers tightened on his phone. He hated being yelled at. “We’ve got to simply sit tight. They have nothing that will connect with us.”
“Too many questions are being asked. I heard one of Audrey’s sellers was being pumped about how the whole system works. I don’t like it.”
“I’m sorry. If you want me to try to stop them from going any further, I’ll do it.”
“Stop them? Of course I want you to stop them. What are you, some kind of moron?”
“Yes, sir. I mean, I will stop them, sir.” Sean wanted to hang up, but he didn’t dare.
“One woman’s dead. That can scare people off. You need to talk to the reporters. The newspaper
