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argue. What Colleen could have to argue with her about, D.J. had no idea. Then the line clicked, and seconds later the captain bellowed into the phone. "Where are you, Halloran?" |
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She winced. "Captain, the phone works fine. You don't have to shout just because I'm not in the same room with you." |
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"Just tell me where you are and don't be a smart ass." |
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The level of his voice still rivaled a sonic boom. D.J. sighed and gave up. "Outgamie," she told him, and repeated the phone number and address of the hotel. "Have you found anything out?" |
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"Nothing. Your friend McCall is squeaky clean. There's no reason anyone would want to kill him that I can see. Are you sure about this?" |
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"Yes. Both times McCall's almost been killed the same black van has been involved." |
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"Hmm. That's suspicious. Well, you keep on it, Halloran. Don't let that boy out of your sight." |
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"Great." She lowered her voice. "How long am I going to be stuck with him?" |
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"As long as it takes. I did find out that the mayor is practically his godfather. McCall's dad and the mayor have been buddies since high school. My ass'll be in a sling, and yours will be too, if anything happens to McCall. Don't screw this up, Halloran. You're in enough trouble already." |
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The line clicked again and D.J. frowned, looking at the phone. She wasn't anywhere near the disconnect button. "You there, Captain?" |
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