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This week, Clyota and the Pressman are in a cab, carrying her mother’s lockbox to a place where they can examine the contents without interruption. On the way, they discuss the possibility that the intruder they left trussed up at Christina’s—one John Anderson-Smith—will actually stay in jail this time.
“Pity you didn’t save the courts the effort,” he said.
My first reaction was on the tip of my tongue when I remembered that everything I said would be on record. “I’m a librarian,” I said, finally. “We don’t use unnecessary lethal force.”
“That idealism will come in handy,” he said, “at your murder trial.”
Who knew Pressmen could be so pissy?
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