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That’s Manheim’s little joke. It’s what he calls the bodyguards who travel with him.”[76] “That’s a joke? I fart funnier than he talks.”“I never claimed he was the king of comedy.”“When somebody tossed the sixth box over the gate last night,” Hazard asked, “who was the somebody? Any security tape?”“Plenty. Including a clear shot of his license plate.”Ethan told him about Rolf Reynerd—though he didn’t mention his encounters with the man,even dated in eighteen months,” Ethan said.“That’s because you’re not as smart as us morons. You’re just an idiot. So don’t jive me. Moonves could get firearm registrations for you. That’s not what you want from me.”While Hazard concentrated on lunch, Ethan gazed into the false twilight of the storm. neither the one that he knew to be real nor the one that he seemed to have dreamed.“And what do you want from me?” Hazard asked.“Maybe you could check him out.”“Check him out? How far? You want me to hold his privates while he turns his head and coughs?”“Maybe not that far.”“You want I should look for polyps in his lower colon?”“I already know he doesn’t have any criminal priors—”“So I’m not the first one you’re calling in a favor from.”Ethan shrugged. “You know me, I’m a user. No one’s safe. It’d be useful to know, does Reynerd have any legally registered firearms.”“You been talking to Laura Moonves over in Support Division?”“She was helpful,” Ethan admitted.“You should marry her.”“She didn’t give me that much on Reynerd.”“Even all us morons can see you and her would be as right as bread and butter.”“We haven’t
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