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lips. "Mind it I ask you a question, Mr. Frazier?" |
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"Can't say as I knew your brother and his wife all that well, but I do know that him bein' the head of a big company and all that they used their place to do a lot of entertaining. Stories I heard had 'em entertainin' six, eight, maybe more people on any given weekend. I was lucky enough to get invited out there a time or two, and I couldn't help but notice that that place of theirs was big enough to sleep lots of people" |
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Charlie cut him off. "And you're wondering why his own brother didn't stay at the condo last night, right?" |
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"Somethin' like that," Seacraft admitted. |
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Charlie leaned back in his chair and gave the officer one of his carefully rehearsed smiles. "That's easy enough. You see, Sergeant, my brother and I haven't seen each other in years. You might say the situation was a little bit strained." |
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Peggy slipped her hand across the table and patted his. "I think you should tell the Sergeant the real reason, dear," she cooed. |
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Seacraft turned his attention to the woman. "Better yet, why don't you tell me?" |
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Peggy had her cup of coffee poised halfway between her mouth and the saucer. "I heard |
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