Chapter 95

“What’s your pleasure, George?”

“We’re early enough to almost beat the rush at Pizza Italian, and this feels like a meatball sub day.”

“Let’s go,” he said.

We did beat the rush, but only just. As we consumed our sandwiches, I said, “You surprised me this morning, boss. I didn’t expect to see the sheriff sitting in your office.”

“George. This thing is much too big for us to play it out by ourselves. It’s called ‘covering your ass’ in the best sense of the term. Besides which, this particular sheriff and I go back a ways, and I’ve always felt that, politics aside, he’s one of the good guys.”

“He’s certainly a cut or three above his predecessor.”

“That prick. I should certainly hope so. What’s happened so far?”

“Well, Sir, if you read my e-mails you’d know that each member of my team has a complete copy of the file. They’ve been sworn to absolute secrecy, and we have a one o’clock meeting scheduled to discuss things.”