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Bourbon On The Rocks #43


"Really?" I asked. "My demeanor doesn't change according to what time of day it is."

"Well, mine does," she said as she pushed by me to head for the kitchen. I was hoping after a cup of coffee she'd be in more of a talkative mood. Milton Dunn's life and freedom was on the line, and even though I couldn't stand him, I wasn't going to let him get railroaded if he was innocent.

I went back to the bedroom, got dressed and then joined her in the kitchen.

The smell of the brewing coffee seemed to lighten her mood...

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