Brainquake
“Troy.” Zara’s eyes swept to Paul, then back to Michelle. “Forensics decided to hang onto the monkey and the music box.”
“Burn them.”
“I don’t blame you. Still don’t want our protection?”
“If that psycho sees cops around me, he’ll think I do have the money.”
“He’ll phone again. What’ll you tell him?”
“The truth.”
“He won’t buy it.”
“Then I’ll tell him in person.”
“You’re not serious.”
“You know I am.”
“Aren’t you afraid to face him?”
“Terrified…but if I run, he’ll find me. If I don’t run, maybe he’ll believe me.”
Zara turned to Paul. “You one of Frankie’s friends?”
“He certainly is not!”
“You’re Paul Page?” Zara said.
Paul nodded.
“How long’ve you known Michelle?”
Michelle blurted, “How do you know his name?”
“On his hack license. I saw him get out of his taxi and come in here carrying a rose.”
“Anything criminal about that?” Michelle snapped.
“Same sort that was taped to your carriage hood.”
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