LIZZIE HUNG UP AND looked at Annie, Ben, and Grant.
“They’re moving on the warrants within the hour,” she relayed. “Let’s hope they’re successful.”
Annie looked across Bernice’s kitchen table at Grant.
“Just in case they’re not,” she said, “let’s keep going with the pop quiz. I need to have all this history down pat before Friday morning.”
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AT NINE P.M. RICK’S cell phone rang.
“I need you, buddy,” a frustrated Nathan said without preamble. “He’s got a serious setup here that’s locked nine ways to Sunday, and I need your expertise.”
“On my way. And don’t let him mess with your head, Nathan.”
“No chance of that,” Nathan said despondently. “He’s in the wind.”
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NATHAN HUNG UP THE call with Rick, grimaced at the tension headache he’d developed, and dialed Lizzi
