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Chapter 2-4
The Puffin Diner was in as much of an uproar as Harry had ever seen it. The dozen and a half tables were packed. Several people milled about, craning their necks looking for an open seat. Ten people were at the counter which only had six stools. Yet more of the weary-blue Formica tables were empty of food than sported plates. The hunter green-and-mauve linoleum, that had probably been out of style even before Overboard was filmed, sported a scattering of tourist beach bags, dropped napkins, and a shattered plate with a tall stack that had been discreetly shoved into a corner rather than being cleaned up. He was a gifted courtroom lawyer, able to gauge the judge’s, the jury’s, and even the crowd’s mood. This was an unhappy crowd on the verge of tipping over into anger. A hand reached and
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