“North caught her eye lingering on his waist; he’d missed a belt loop. A grease stain smeared his shirt pocket, and his face was unshaven. He never left the house without shaving; it made him feel conspicuous, vulnerable. “We’ll need our people to do a deep dive on the library computer,” he said and slumped in a chair. He was sweating, and stank of sweat. “We have about fifty e-mails sent to tothevictor,” Test said. “I’ve arranged them in chronological order, so you can get a feel of t...he ongoing exchange. Read them and see what you conclude, and I’ll fill you in on what I found at the town hall.” She was thorough, he’d give her that. He took his time reading each e-mail, taking notes. Then he read each e-mail again and wrote more notes. His mind was working now, clearing out the clutter of the personal life and regaining focus. “Whoever this is,”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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