At the same bar and grill where he'd shot pool with Mandi, they ordered
burger baskets and beer. Beth was more than a little surprised when he ordered
two baskets with extra fries.
"Wow," she said, "And I thought I was hungry."
"I was going to order three, but I didn't want you to think I was some kind
of a pig."
She thought he was joking, of course. Their conversation ranged over the
events of the previous two days, then she asked questions about Mandi, none of
which he could answer.
With some incredulity, Beth said, "For someone who's bunking with her you
don't know a helluva lot about her."
"Nope. Guess not."
"What do you know about her?"
"Not much. Haven't needed to. Besides, she's just crashing with me to avoid
being pestered. I'd rather know about you, Beth. How'd you get into this
business?"
Shrugging, Beth said, "I was a Delaware cop who never got out of the office.
I was bored shitless and going nowhere. The NIA said they could use me, so I
switched over."
"Seems to me I first saw you in -- what? -- 1993?"
She nodded. "Right after we busted that colonel at the Watergate in March.
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