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“Am I giving you a headache?” Alex Thomas asked concerned.
Aubrey Taylor rubbed her forehead. A badly injured cop at Philip Norman’s house, she read. The message on her smartphone worried her, but she could not bother coach Thomas with that. She had just read the message when her phone rang. Sorry Alex. I just have to deal with this. Would you mind to order a bottle of wine?”
“California wine?” Alex asked gently.
“Don’t think so,” Aubrey said gruffly.
“Er… French wine then?” he said cautiously.
“Huh? No, sorry, I am responding to this phone call.” She saw the name Kramer on her screen. Absolutely did not know which of the two Kramers called her because she had added the numbers and surnames of the two FBI agents to her contacts, but had not saved the first names. I’m really not go
