| Sam had read his file and hers. Nothing in either connected them together. So how had he done it? “Did you talk to her?” Was she even still alive? “You don’t want to talk about her.” “Not really.” But he wanted to know. He wanted that file. They sat for a while in silence. Sam had his nose in the files around the chair. “How’ d I get here?” Doyle finally asked. “Beat the crap out of some little girl when she slapped you. After you called her a name that wasn’t hers, she said it was some kind of flower.” That’s why his knuckles were banged up. “How long?” “A week.” He nodded. “Fully detoxed, not setting well with you, kid?” “Don’t call me kid and I spent most of my life straight.” “Sure you did.” Sam shrugged. Doyle laughed, “See you won’t even believe me.” Sam put down the files and looked directly at him. “Try me.” |
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