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But if we get any calls for recommendations, Dev, therell be nothing but praise for you, Jess said. I hear that most successful marriages do, opined Devine, glancing at Fred before looking back at Ellen. Now he had a specific search he was going to employ with a slightly different spin. He had burned through all his inheritance by then, and he had some personal scandals he was dealing with. Over twenty years ago, when Id only been an investigative journalist for a few years, I traced a meeting that Cowl had with some shady people in the Seychelles, but then the trail went cold. Then he dropped off the radar for about a year or so. He might have been in Asia or eastern Europe, at least those were my best guesses. Next, the man waltzes back into New York, buys and rehabs that skyscraper, starts his investment group, hires all sorts of pricey talent, suddenly has a clientlist that the biggest players on Wall Street would covet, and boom, hes the talk of the town. He wasnt even twenty-five years old. She said sarcastically,You should know by this time that Im a conservative young woman who never takes a chance. I did. In my world, Detective, its only the day after Friday. And I dont see how I can help. I didnt work directly with her. I haven’t seen her in months, in fact. Last time was a group dinner at Per Se, Columbus Circle. Over fifty people, with wine included. Must have cost the firm a small fortune. But it’s only money. Some binoculars... that is, I assume they were binoculars. They were in the case. The guy was two drinks shy of belligerence, so I shoved off and went up to my room, where I fell asleep much faster than I would have thought possible. We looked at each other some more. What I saw were two men in their late thirties whom I had known for twelve years but hadnt seen for three, possibly four. That made Ward Murfin about thirty-eight or thirty-nine. Max Quane was younger, probably thirty-seven. It was the middle of August and hot and neither of them wore coats, but they both wore shirts and ties although the ties were loosened. Murfins shirt was pale green and Quanes was white with thin black stripes and a tab collar. I remembered then that he had always worn tab collars with a neat little gold pin in them. That wasnt rude; I was just keeping him in line. He was acting as if hed cracked the case. Half a print! And what would that be? The basement smelled from age and disrepair. The floor and the walls were wet and moisture had seeped into the stacks of magazines and newspapers that marked him as a hoarder of some kind. Slumming, huh, Dev? Id say its well deserved..