Death in Paradise
“The room had been recycled from whatever it used to be. The walls were old brick and the beams had been exposed and sandblasted. The young man at the reception desk had curly black hair and big blue eyes. He was very good-looking."Hi," Jesse said, "the boss in?""Do you have an appointment?" the young man said.Jesse showed him his badge. The young man looked at it closely."What police department is that?" he said."Paradise," Jesse said. "North Shore.""And what was it about?""I'll talk to the boss.""Mr. Fish never sees anyone without an appointment," the young man said."And your name is?" Jesse said."Alan Garner." The young man widened his eyes and smiled again. "Is your interest personal or professional?"Jesse put his badge away."Alan," Jesse said, "we can do this easy, or we can do it hard. Easy is I go in and sit with your boss and discuss my case. Hard is I go get a Boston cop and we bring your boss in for questioning."The young man smiled at Jesse again. No hard feelings."I'll talk to Mr.
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