Chapter 25

“Now what?” Gregg asked after they paid, then left the restaurant.

“I go home and get back to work.”

For a minute, Spence thought Gregg was going to protest, from the look on his face. He didn’t. “Promise you won’t burn the midnight oil?”

“I promise. I know I need sleep if I’m going to keep the book moving.”

They left it at that, and said goodnight when they were back at the house. Gregg added, smiling, “This has been fun. We should do it again sometime.”

“It was. Maybe next week, if we’re both free some night.” Spence hoped he would be, rather than sitting in a jail cell, but he didn’t say that aloud.

“Deal. Sleep well, and call if you hear from our mystery man, or anyone else.”

“I will. You do the same when you get your hands on the files.”

“Hell, I’ll bring them over the second that happens.”

Spence nodded. “Figured as much.”

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