“Abe said. Jack had laid the news on him as Abe was unwrapping one of the sausage egg McMuffins he’d brought along. It had already been a busy morning. Before dawn, he and Rob and Gerald left al-Thani, now a permanent rag doll after the IV treatment, sitting on a bench in Madison Square Park, wearing big dark glasses and looking up at the Flatiron Building. He wondered how long it would take for someone to realize something was a little off with this guy. All they had to do was remove the sungla...sses and see the empty eye sockets to know something was very off. He’d gone home from there to shower and change, then stopped by Abe’s to tell him about Dane. After all, Abe had put them together so that Jack could learn to shoot the first pistol he’d sold him. Abe rested both hands on the counter and leaned over his untouched breakfast, shaking his head. “Yeah,” Jack said. “Cold-blooded murder as he sat in his car.” Jack gave him the details about his being an unnamed victim of the still-unknown Arab killer.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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