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"Lenny." She took a long, slow swallow from the bottle. "He found out I was working a CI in the Bluff. Said I was 'making him look soft.' Got a little hands-on to prove he wasn't."

He could have lied. A small, neat lie that would have made this easier. But Will Trent didn't do small, neat lies. He did hard truths that got stuck in his throat. will trent angie

And for the first time in twenty years, Angie Polaski let him. "Lenny

He pushed it open. Angie Polaski was on the floor, her back against the wall, a half-empty bottle of Johnnie Walker Black between her thighs. She wasn't crying. Angie never cried where anyone could see. But her left eye was swollen shut, a split lip had dried to a mosaic of purple and black, and her knuckles were raw, skinned clean. A small, neat lie that would have made this easier

"Of me?"

Will pulled out his handkerchief—crisp, white, absurdly neat—and gently began to clean the blood from her hands. He didn't say he loved her. That word was too small and too large all at once. Instead, he said the only thing that mattered in that room, at that hour.

"Lenny?" he asked.