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“So what’d he want?” Quill asked me as I entered the mail room.
“Aren’t you supposed to be harassing an officer or someone?” I returned as I got to work on the tables.
Quill sidled up beside me and leaned his back against the table. He leaned back and his eyes searched my face. “Looks like whatever it was must be juicy, so ‘fess up.”
I slapped down the mail in my hand and spun around to face him. “If I give you a real story will you quit bothering me?” I snapped.
He raised an eyebrow and lowered his tablet. “That depends on the story.”
“How about you find out why William Fox is interested in these murders,” I suggested.
Quill’s eyes widened. He pushed off the table and raised the tablet. “Is this legit?”
“I just had an interview with both Reggie and Fox, and they both wanted
