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this intimate martial contact with Toni might be bringing up more problems than it solved. It certainly was bringing up one problem in particular he could do without-- "Hey, Boss?" Michaels shook off the erotic thoughts. Jay Gridley stood near the gym's entrance, looking at the two of them. The younger man was grinning. "Jay. What's up?" "You said you wanted to hear about that Louisiana thing as soon as it came in. I just downloaded the packet from the field team in Baton Rouge, got vid and reports. It's nagged in your incoming files." Michaels nodded. "Thanks, Jay." He looked at Toni. "I need to check that out." "We can pick up where we left off Monday," she said. "Unless you're working tomorrow?" "I wish. I was hoping to work on the car, but I've got to bone up on financial stuff. I'm supposed to appear before Senator White's committee on Tuesday." "Don't I just?" They bowed to each other, the intricate silat beginning and ending salute, and Michaels headed for the dressing room. Sheldon Gaynel Worsham was sixteen years old, a student at New Istrouma High School. He looked about twelve, was thin, and had black, oily hair sucked down all over, save for a wavy lock that dangled greasily over his left eye. He wore blue parachute pants and a black T-shirt with a putrid-green pulse paint logo. The logo was a stylized badge with the word "GeeterBeeter" in jagged letters across it. Whatever that meant. The kid slouched in a cheap chair next to a heavy cast plast table that was scratched and battered by years of abuse. Somebody had carved a heart with initials inside it on one corner, some thing of a surprise, since this was obviously a room where knives or other sharp objects were generally forbidden. The man seated across the table from Worsham was heavyset, florid-faced, in a cheap, dark business suit, and he might as well have had "cop" |
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