Lincoln Perry 02 - Sorrow's Anthem
“It gave him an off-balance look, as if hishead were always tilted. His chest was broad but his shoulders weresmall, pointed knobs of bone. The starched blue shirt he worelooked like it had been pulled over a door, all broad and flat withthose pointy shoulders at either end.When he stepped into his narrow office in the Cleveland FireDepartment headquarters on Superior Avenue at eight that morning to find me sitting behind his desk and Joe studying a framedphotograph on the wall, he handled it well enough.“Gentlemen,” he said, closing the door gently behind him,showing no real confusion, “while I always do encourage my gueststo get comfortable, I prefer to know when they’re arriving. Youknow, so I can tidy up the place.”I stood up and came around the desk, and Joe turned to facehim. When I’d called Joe at seven that morning to suggest we takea run at Maribelli, he’d been in favor. Putting our interest whereRabold’s had been right before he was killed could be a productiveventure.
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