It was nine o’clock in the evening. Mike Thompson and a man Mike had met ten minutes earlier were sitting in a bar in Queens Village. Nothing indicated that the man was about to die. Mike asked him for the third time, “Why did you request this meeting? We’re not making progress, unless you tell me. What is it that you want to talk to me about?”
“I need to get to know you first.”
“You know I’m a policeman, a detective. You said you… |
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