When Pearl was finished talking, he stood up and started pacing around, not looking at her, clenching his teeth so hard his jaw muscles were flexing.Pearl and Fedderman sat watching him. The office was warmer than usual, and humid, and the grit from the construction or destruction outside hung in the air. The jackhammer had let up, and the only sound in the office was the faint shrillness of the dental drill on the other side of the wall.“Should we pick up this Jeb Jones character and print him?” Fedderman asked.Quinn stopped pacing and faced them. His features were now calm and thoughtful. If he was going to be furious with Pearl, it could wait. His mind was on his prey. “I don’t want to move on the basis of one print,” he said. “Let’s tail him, find out more about him.”“Give him some line,” Fedderman said, “while we set the hook deeper.” He made a sudden jerking motion with both hands wrapped around an imaginary rod. Showing some signs of all that Florida retirement fishing.“You latch on to him first, Feds,”
