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Irina swept the menu once to see if there was anything new on it. She and Grierson had lunched here often enough that she’d memorized it and the proprietor liked it enough that he never changed it.<br><br> | Irina swept the menu once to see if there was anything new on it. She and Grierson had lunched here often enough that she’d memorized it and the proprietor liked it enough that he never changed it.<br><br> | ||
− | “As a matter of fact, I do have something.” She looked up as one of the staff came over to take their order. | + | “As a matter of fact, I do have something.” She looked up as one of the staff came over to take their order. “Chicken salad san, grilled rye, fries. Diet Coke. Thanks,” she said and handed the menu back. She waited until Grierson had ordered and the waiter left before continuing. “Got a position working in-house for an agency out of Natchez. Just got back from the interview on Sunday. Flew me down there and put me up on their dime. Wined and dined. Whoever they are, they really wanted me. Was debating on asking you to look into them from your side of the desk.”<br><br> |
Jerry ordered his steak and egg sandwich usual, with a large Mountain Dew. Things don’t change much, in the areas you can keep the same. “Natchez, huh? Better you than me, especially with August coming.” He leaned forward, spoke quietly. “Well, don’t have much contacts in Mississippi, but I can give you a lead with the sheriff down there. Chuck Mayfield. Recently elected sheriff. He did some work with us up here back in ‘07. Tracking drugs from the Gulf up to the City. Bit of a cracker, but he’s true blue.”<br><br> | Jerry ordered his steak and egg sandwich usual, with a large Mountain Dew. Things don’t change much, in the areas you can keep the same. “Natchez, huh? Better you than me, especially with August coming.” He leaned forward, spoke quietly. “Well, don’t have much contacts in Mississippi, but I can give you a lead with the sheriff down there. Chuck Mayfield. Recently elected sheriff. He did some work with us up here back in ‘07. Tracking drugs from the Gulf up to the City. Bit of a cracker, but he’s true blue.”<br><br> |