uniformed officers standing around in groups chatting, coming and going with suspects in tow, or drinking coffee as they studied their paperwork. There was always something going on in a New York City police station.
âMaybe thatâs what I want.â
âWhat are you talkinâ about? Youâre starting to scare me.â
âThere are some things in my life I donât want to deal with right now,â Lee said as they entered the office Butts shared with two other detectives.
Butts closed the door to his office and plopped down in his desk chair. âLike what?â
Lee told him about the letter and phone call from Chloe. When he finished, Butts laced his hands behind his head and put his feet up on the desk.
âIf I was you, Iâd let the bastard stew. He made his bed, now he can lie in it.â
âItâs not that simple.â
Butts sighed. âIt never is, is it? Stillââhe began digging around in his desk drawerââgetting run through with a sword doesnât seem like a good solution.â
Lee smiled. âWhen you put it like that, you have a point.â
Butts groaned at the pun. âYouâre killinâ me, Doc.â
âNot on purpose, I swear.â
Butts pulled out an envelope from the drawer. âAh, this is what I was lookinâ for.â
âWhat is it?â
âTwo tickets to a show. I was going to surprise the wife with it tonight, but sheâs not feeling very well. You wanna go?â
âWhatâs the show?â
â The Boys from Syracuse.â
âIsnât thatââ
âThe musical version of Comedy of Errors.â
Lee had to laugh.
âSure,â he said. âWhat have we got to lose?â
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Once again, thanks first and foremost to my editor, Michaela Hamilton, a true polymathâmusician, cheerleader, athlete and role model. Thanks to my friend and colleague Marvin Kaye for introducing me to her, and for his continued support in all my literary endeavors. Special thanks to my dear friend Gisela Rose, for her superb editing skills and invaluable perspective. Thanks also to my agent, Paige Wheeler, for her professional advice, good cheer and support, and to Liza Dawson for always being there when I need a friendly ear. Thanks to Andrea Simmons, my Web sensei, promotional maven, and all-around supporter, and to Gary Aumiller for all his advice and help. Thanks too to my good friend Ahmad Ali, whose support and good energy always lift my spirits. Special thanks once again to Robert (âBeaubearâ) Murphy and the folks at the Long Eddy Hotel, Sullivan Countyâs best kept secret. Thanks to Anthony Moore for helping me with computer health and safety, and to my sisters, Katie and Suzie, and cousin Carey for being in my life. Thanks to my mother, Margaret Simmons, for her continued support and editorial advice, and to all the brave men and women who risk their lives every day to catch the bad guys. I just write about this stuffâyou are the real thing.
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