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Chapter Eleven
Jericho was going to get food, but first, he needed to find Harris Mortem. He googled the location of the offices of the quarry, and headed there. It was a rather impressive two-story office building not far from the quarry itself. Inside was a lavish and expensively decorated lobby and a pretty, bored-looking secretary. "Hello," Jericho gave her his most charming and disarming smile, "Is Mr. Mortem in?" "Do you have an appointment?" She asked him properly. "Well no, ma'am, but I'm his son Eric's teacher, and I have something very important to discuss with him." "Oh. Oh well, he'll probably want to see you then. Let me call him." She picked up the phone and spoke in hushed tones. "Yes, he will see you now. You can go in, through that door." If the lobby had been impressive, th
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