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why I haven't, yet. Wondering what's wrong. |
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I've got to do it, Trev thought. Tonight. Now. |
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But he remained at his desk, staring past the deserted desks toward the door of the interrogation room. |
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Come on, he told himself. Get up and go. Do it. |
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'You all of a sudden into meditation?' Patterson asked. |
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Trev looked around at him. 'Just thinking,' he said. 'Try it, sometime.' |
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'Try eating dirt,' Patterson said. And was about to say more, but someone apparently entered the station just then, so he turned to the front. |
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Trev looked at the wall clock. Six twenty-five. |
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He'd been going into O'Casey's at eight, midway through his shift. If he showed up this early, Maureen might not be on duty yet. Maybe he should wait a couple of hours. |
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Don't be such a damn chicken! |
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He rolled back his chair. As he started to rise, he heard footsteps behind him. He stood and turned around. Patterson was striding toward him, a serious look on his face. In a hushed voice, he said, 'Since you're here anyway, maybe you'd like to handle this.' |
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Trev saw two females, an adult and a teenaged girl, at the other side of the reception window. 'I was just on my way out.' |
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'It's about the Chidi case. You're more up on it than me.' |
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'Well, I was there last night.' |
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