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and you can call him to check my story out.”

“What’s...going on,” Timmy presses the Bluetooth to his ear.

“Officer...”

“Edgars.”

“Officer Edgars is outside and would like to have a word with the man who left his nephew outside of a bar at 9 o’clock at night.”

***

“The police should stay out of this one.” Timmy reclines back in the hotel room’s office chair. “It would have been nice to have their help, but their bandwidth is too maxed out.”

“Why didn’t your father...intervene?” The Trave-­‐ lodge pen shivers over the mirror above the writing desk.

“He has to remain as unseen as possible here. While the belief is off the charts, it’s a violent, maddening one. If there was any sign of the direct influence of my father, it would make Sodom and Gomorrah look like a backyard barbeque.”

“What are you...”

“Don’t bother finishing that question, Leo.”

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