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Back at Bailey’s, I thought about Jeff’s friend and decided there wasn’t a whole lot I could do. I rationalised, if he was innocent, then he’d be OK. I didn’t buy that s**t for a minute but figured my involvement wouldn’t help, so I did nothing. As for my mother, the only solution was another nursing home. I knew a decent one would be expensive, and I couldn’t afford it. So again, I did nothing.
The phone rang and I leaped at the distraction. It was the ban garda. She opened,
“I got the book.”
“Terrific. Can you drop it off here?”
No reply and I had to go,
“Ridge, you there?”
When she answered, her indignation was evident. “What do you think, I’m your messenger boy?”
“No … I … ”
“You always lay down the times, terms and locations of our meetings.”
Did I?
I asked,
“Do I?”
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