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61 " Now that she was closer, she could see that Hat Tilt looked like Jay-Z—if Jay-Z suddenly aged ten years and never worked out and was a pasty white guy trying to look like Jay-Z. “No, "
― Harlan Coben , Caught
62 " Day had surrendered her rays, but the field, made from some newfangled artificial turf, had stadium-quality lights. "
63 " The maybe-groupie put her hands in the air. She wore, God help her, a T-shirt that read, “Ten-A-Fly’s Main Ho!” Pops "
64 " Ten-A-Fly took off his sunglasses as if they’d angered him. His scowl aimed for intimidation but seemed more in the neighborhood of constipation. “So "
65 " Ten-A-Fly began to perform what some might consider a “dance,” though medical experts would probably classify it as a “seizure” or “devastating stroke.” Yo, "
66 " That was what people like Ariana Nasbro didn’t quite get. The fragility of it all. The ripples one horror can unleash. How any carelessness can plummet you down that pit of despair. How it can all be irreparable. Yet "
67 " I heard you’re moving,” Wendy said. “Who did you hear that from?” “It’s a small town.” Jenna smiled without a trace of joy. “Aren’t they all? Yes, we’re moving. Noel is going to be chief of cardiac surgery at Cincinnati Memorial Hospital.” “That was quick.” “He’s "
68 " A GIANT SMILE spread across Pops’s face when they entered the Blend bar. “What?” Wendy asked. “More cougars on those bar stools than on the Discovery Channel.” The "
69 " Defending her scandalized ex-husband had cost Jenna Wheeler’s family greatly in the suburban standings—but the murder of Haley McWaid must have made life here fairly untenable. Parents "
70 " Wendy noticed that her chair was at least two inches lower than the others’. Classic—albeit amateur—intimidation move. Wendy crossed her arms and actually slid lower. Let them think they have the advantage. “So, "
71 " But you were there, correct? Perhaps whoever was on the other side of your online communications –and we really don’t know who that was at this point –but perhaps that person had seen your news’ –Flair said it as though the word ‘news’ itself tasted bad in his mouth –‘program and decided to play along so he could meet a luscious thirty-six-year-old TV star. Isn’t that possible? "
72 " So where are they going?” “Well, I heard that Noel got a job at some hospital in Ohio. Columbus or Canton or maybe Cleveland. All those Cs in Ohio, it’s confusing. Come to think of it, I think it’s Cincinnati. Another C. A soft C they call it, right?” “Right. Have the Wheelers moved out there already?” “No, I don’t think so. Okay, Talia told me—do you know Talia Norwich? Nice woman? Daughter’s name is Allie? A little overweight? Anyway, Talia said that she heard that they were staying at a Marriott Courtyard until they could relocate.” Bingo. Wendy "
73 " When I was an assistant producer on A Current Affair. I booked you as an expert on the Robert Blake murder trial.’ He turned to the spectators and bowed deeply. ‘So, ladies and gentlemen, we’ve established the fact that I’m a media whore. Touché.’ Another smattering of laughter. ‘Still, Ms. Tynes, are you trying to tell the court that law enforcement was in favor of your journalistic twaddle to the point of cooperation? "
74 " There have been cases in which pedophiles have done themselves harm after being caught.’ ‘Is that a fact? So you were worried that your entrapment might cause my client to attempt suicide?’ ‘Something like that, yes.’ Flair put his hand to his chest. ‘I’m touched.’ ‘Your Honor!’ Portnoi shouted. Flair waved him off again. ‘So you wanted to save my client? "
75 " Can I ask another favor?” “May I ask another favor? Yes, Wendy, you may.” “I "
76 " Lawrence Cherston’s home was washed stone and white shutters. There was a circular rose garden surrounding a flagpole. A black pennant with a large orange P hung from it. Oh, boy. Cherston greeted her at the door with a two-hand shake. He had one of those fleshy, ruddy faces that make you think of fat cats and smoke-filled back rooms. He wore a blue blazer with a Princeton logo on the lapel and the same Princeton tie he’d had in his profile pictures. His khakis were freshly pressed, his tasseled loafers shined, and of course he wore no socks. He looked as though he’d started for school chapel this morning and aged twenty years on the walk. Stepping inside, Wendy pictured a closet with a dozen more matching blazers and khaki pants and absolutely nothing else. “Welcome "
77 " Welcome to my humble abode,” he said. He offered her a drink. She passed. He had laid out finger sandwiches. Wendy took one just to be polite. The finger sandwich was awful enough to make her wonder whether the moniker was also an ingredient list. Cherston was already jabbering on about his classmates. “We "