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So?
“So stop wasting my time. I already wasted an hour stopping these guys fighting over you. So now you owe me. So you’ll answer their questions, and I’ll tell you when and if you need a damn lawyer.”
“What are the questions about?”
Deerfield smiled. “What are any questions about? Stuff we need to know, is what.”
“What stuff do you need to know?”
“We need to know if we’re interested in you.”
“Why would you be interested in me?”
“Answer the questions and we’ll find out.”
Reacher thought about it. Laid his hands palms up on the table.
“OK,” he said. “What are the questions?”
“You know Brewer versus Williams, too?” the guy called Blake said. He was old and overweight and unfit, but his mouth worked fast enough.
“Or Duckworth versus Eagan?” Poulton asked.
Reacher glanced across at him. He was maybe thirty-five, but he looked younger, like one of those guys who stay looking young forever. Like some kind of a graduate student, preserved. His suit was an awful color in the orange light, and his mustache looked false, like it was stuck on with glue.
“You know Illinois and Perkins?” Lamarr asked.
Reacher stared at them both. “What the hell is this? Law school?”
“What about Minnick versus Mississippi?” Blake asked.
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