บท 11: Chapter 11

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Kyle knew O’Hara was trying to figure him out. Now he had to decide how open he should be with the man. By now he must have figured out why I’m interested in him and Mr. Pence. Not that he’ll admit what they do. Well, what I’m pretty damned surethey do. How the hell did I manage to screw this up? He knew the answer to that. He was too eager to solve the series of art thefts he was investigating. As a result, he’d paid a visit to Mr. Pence when he should have investigated him from afar.

“Nice place, Mr. O’Hara,” Kyle said when they were in the apartment.

“It’s Brax, and thanks. Have a seat.”

With a nod, Kyle sat at one end of the sofa. Brax took the chair opposite it.

For a moment, neither man spoke. Then, curious, Kyle asked, “Do you do surveillance on straying spouses?”

Apparently surprised at the question, Brax replied, “Very rarely.” He smiled slightly. “We leave that to the sleazier PIs in town. Why do you ask?”