Lucid Intervals
“Cantor moved his jacket and made room for Stone between them.“How is he?”“Awake but with a concussion. They’re admitting him for observation.”“What happened to him?”“A blow to the head with something like one of those flat black-jacks that detectives used to carry.”“That’s enough to concuss an ox,” Stone said. “Were you able to talk to him?”“A little. He was confused, and he couldn’t remember being hit.”“Just as well,” Stone said. “At least she didn’t knife him.”“Yeah, I was worried about that until we couldn’t find a wound. A nurse found a big bruise under his hair. Where’s your houseguest?”“Locked in with a gun in her hand,” Stone said. “Don’t worry; she’s a very capable lady.”“Isn’t she the British spook I heard about a few years back?”“Yes, but I didn’t tell you that.”“Of course not. She’s your client, isn’t she?”“I didn’t tell you that, either.”“Tell me the truth about this Whitestone guy.”“It’s Whitestone like the bridge.
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