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Collectively, the three men were satisfied. The long unsolved riddle finally had a solution, and the end was in sight. It wasn't exactly the one they had hoped for, but it was a tolerable one. True, the distribution was going to be delayed a while longer, but the end was clearly in sight. After all, one problem was easier to solve than two. |
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Seacraft's eyes casually scanned the other tables in the diner. He was the unofficial sergeant-at-arms of the group and was certain that no one was close enough to overhear them. He leaned closer to the table and lowered his voice. "Okay, Henry, what the hell happened up there?" |
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The one with the ruddy complexion also leaned forward in an exaggerated air of confidentiality. He cleared his throat. He was facing Seacraft, but his eyes darted back and forth to Shurley's face as well. "I went out to the Frazier condo Saturday night just before ten o'clock, just like we planned. The security guard was right on schedule. He crawled in his car and slipped up the street to Wendy's, just like he always does. Well, just about the time I'm ready to slip through the gate, here comes Teddy Frazier and that skinny wife of his drivin' out. For a minute or so I didn't know what to do, but finally I decided to follow them. You can imagine what kind of |
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