“Tyne, and where I remembered there was a telephone on an end table by a sofa. I called Breaker Hanafan. “Great work,” I said. “Only you and me and the cops know where he is. Of course, since it’s you and the cops I’m mostly worried about, you—” “I know, I know. That Theodosian guy and some state dick. Tyne called.” “Dr. Tyne called you?” “Not me directly, for chrissake. The guy’s on the up and up … so how would he know me? Anyway, he called. Said they put a lot of pressure on him in a hurry and... he couldn’t turn them away.” He paused, and by his breathing I knew he’d taken a drag on a cigarette. “So,” he finally said, “you talk to them?” “Uh-huh.” “What’d they want?” “They know you’re the one got him moved, and they figured we were working together somehow. They called you my friend.” “What’d you tell ’em?” “I denied everything, especially the ‘friend’ part. I’m very convincing when I’m telling the truth.” “What’s their interest in … in the patient?”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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