“That’s all you got? What the Hell good does that do me?”
Bobby had been pacing the floor for a good twenty minutes while he waited on the phone for his contact to dig up the information he needed from County Records. If he kept it up much longer, he’d have a path worn into the fifty-year-old linoleum. He stopped and leaned against the counter,
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