“WARNER . . . WATSON . . . WAXMAN was the last folder in the drawer. Where was it?
A pair of fingers tapped Vicki on the shoulder. She glanced around, right at a manila folder with the title “WAYNE, BRUCE.”
Allie Knox grinned at her. She grabbed the file from his hands.
“I’m looking for that.” It was a very thin file.
“I thought we were a team here.” Knox shook his head. “I’m losing confidence in you—going out with this weirdo.”
She opened the file. There was hardly anything in here: “Bruce Wayne Attends Society Fund-Raiser”; “Bruce Wayne Gives to New Orphanage.” This sort of filler wasn’t going to tell her a thing she needed to know!
She had had just about enough. She glared up at Knox. “You’re speaking strictly professionally, right? This wouldn’t be a personal issue for you, would it?”
“I just want you to do your job,”
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