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Not yet, Stone said. He told her about the security tech. Perry Mason, fresh and debonair, latchkeyed the door of his private office. Jenny was the tall brunette with the wise eyes and she and the Senator must have used telepathy to communicate, because as soon as we were seated she came into the office bearing a tray with two cups of coffee.You use one spoonful of sugar, dont you, Mr. Longmire? she said and gave me another one of her wry smiles. Chapter 43 Whatevers right, Murfin said. Mason circled her with his arm.Bless you, Della. You worry as much about this as I do. How odd you should mention that. Cowl passed by Devines hiding spot, no doubt heading for the elevator. If he were a betting man, Devine would say the Bugatti was done for the night and Cowl was going to sleep, this time for real and not on a desk. The rain started around three that afternoon— one of those blinding downpours that diminished spirits and grayed out a face even as vivid as Abbys. We all done with that? Young asked. Okay, Stone, wheres your corpse? Stone put his bike on its stand and walked over to the Raos entrance and stood under the awning, just to get away from the noise of the rain. He took off his helmet and wiped his face. Seconds passed with nothing but elevated breathing among the three. Stone handed Derek his iPhone with Larkins photo. E-mail this to yourself, and spread it around. Larkin is fifteen or twenty years older and maybe ten pounds heavier, dressed in a dark business suit and necktie, and he still has the beard. My older sister is starting a nonprofit to help the homeless in California, which is a big problem there. Thats where Im from. The Bay Area. She got the beers and said,Come on, I know where theres a breeze. The AC here isnt the best. I see. And your relationship to her is what, exactly? Stone went out the side entrance of the lot and turned downhill as the police car was disappearing onto Paseo de Peralta. He turned that way, too. Shortly, they were on the road out of town, toward the Opera. They got off at that exit, but turned toward the village of Tesuque, instead. Stone had owned a house there, until he had traded it to the president and her husband for their Georgetown house, where his friend, Holly Barker, had been living. Stone was ready. He took Vanessa by the hand and, keeping his body between her and the street, ran around the staircase and hurried up the steps. Fred closed the door behind them. Still, it took guts. She was cool. I got a phone tip. Lies come so easily to me...