To get away from ringing telephones, Mitch sat in the war room, butreminders of the case shouted at him from the walls Aconscience was excess weight. Without a word to his wife, Paul turned and left. The walls werewhite, the hard gray floors polished.
He was sorry. You're the hotshot investigative reporter, she snapped. Come on, now, Megan, I'm not kidding. Other things took precedence.
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