Dubinsky looked up at them and scowled. “You could’ve called in,” he said. “Or did you forget how? We were kind of interested in knowing what was going on out there.” McNeill yawned and sat down in the chair beside Dubinsky’s desk. “What was the point of calling in? To tell you we found zip all?” He stretched his legs out in front of him. “There was no one home but Grandma and a kid. Grandma doesn’t speak any English, Collins here forgot to take a course in whatever the hell language she does speak, and Ma was at work until eleven. At the hospital. Which hospital? Who knows? Anyway, the kid never saw anyone who looked remotely like those two guys, never heard their names, never saw Walker around the house. Nothing.” “Maybe he’s lying,” said Dubinsky. “Maybe he is,” said McNeill. “You want me to go back and beat it out of him? He looks about ten, skinny, underfed. Just the kind the papers love to get hold of.
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