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I hadn’t spoken to Mike yet, or anyone else not in uniform, with the exception of Sharkey. There had been some miscommunication about my relationship with the injured man (which I didn’t bother to correct), and they gave us a moment together before the ambulance took him away. He was conscious, but in a lot of pain.
“Don’t worry,” he said, “I won’t charge you for the damage to my canoe.”
I geared up to yell at him, until I realized he was joking. Feeling magnanimous, I replied, “Then Mike and I won’t sue for pain and suffering.”
He opened his eyes wide and stretched his forehead, as though fighting sleep. “About Leonard…”
“I’ll take care of it,” I said. “I actually have a meeting tomorrow morning with the attorney I mentioned. I think I can talk him into representing Leonard.”
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