Hannah had zoned out again. She tossed the stack of photocopies on the table and disappeared downthe hall and into what Mitch guessed was a bedroom. He addressed thetroops and issued orders and sounded like a leader. rade rifles, the schnapps-soaked Shriners weavingprecariously from curb to curb on their mini-snowmobiles.
Hereyes were wide, her face as colorless as the snow. The one on the left was a different story altogether. It's an old-boy network out there. He'd lost it with good reason.
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