“Hello, Groucho. You look particularly dapper this evening. You borrow the suit from Tattoo?” “Can the cute talk. What’s happening on the Jarvis case?” “Things are breaking loose all the time. It’s probably just a matter of hours before the investigation roars to a successful conclusion. Pity, though.” “What pity? What’s a pity?” Marks asked. “That poor R. J. Roberts won’t be here to share in the glory.” “Why not?” “You haven’t heard?” Trace said. “You mean, you really haven’t heard? You mean, I’ve been here making small talk all evening with people I don’t even care about and you haven’t heard?” “Heard? Heard what? Dammit, Trace, talk to me.” “Roberts is dead.” “How’d that happen?” Marks asked. “Murdered. Somebody filleted his gullet from earlobe to earlobe.” “That’s a particularly disgusting way of putting it. Who did it?” “We’re not sure yet,” Trace said. “Is it involved with the jewel case?” “Indubitably.”
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