at Stevens lifted the dust cover on the mummified remains Pof DorisFletcher sitting behind the wheel of her 1982 Chevy Caprice. Father Tom spoke sharply. He clamped a hand on her shoulder and herded her unceremoniously out thedoor and into the narrow, dimly lit hall. What senses hadn't been knocked out entirely were a hopelessjumble in his pounding head.
He was a hell of a guy, though, Leo, Knew every goodfishing hole for a hundred miles. Holding them alltogether. She burst intothe inner office, eyes bright, color high on her cheekbones. He jerked the door open and nearly ran head-on into apuppy-faced reporter with bright eyes and a stupid-looking grin on hisface.
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