Resistance (2009)
Resistance
“An FBI agent was there to greet him. His name was Milt Wasowitz. He wore a gray snap-brim fedora, a dark blue trench coat, and a pair of very shiny shoes. He had heavy brows, a broad face, and pendant jowls. The two men had been working together for the better part of a week by then, and were on a first-name basis.
“Morning, Bill,” Wasowitz said cheerfully. “You look like hell warmed over.”
Dentweiler winced. “And I feel worse than I look. Older women can be extremely demanding, Milt. They know what they want, and won't give up until they get it.”
Wasowitz smiled sympathetically. “I'll have to take your word for that, Bill. Maggie and I have five kids, and by the time I get home, the only thing she wants is a back rub and a glass of wine.”
Both men laughed as they entered the apartment. It was furnished with pieces of mismatched furniture, and bereft of personal photos, knickknacks, and personal items. Dentweiler had seen hotel rooms with more personality.
“This is how you found it?”
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