said Bobby Derr. “I mean, like look at it from my point of view. You work for Camelot and you don’t moonlight on the side. How was I supposed to know this wasn’t a Camelot job?” “Because we use Fincher when it’s Mr. Camelot’s business, and you know it.” “Yeah? And how was I to know you hadn’t decided to dump Fincher?” “Why would we do a thing like that?” “I don’t know,” Bobby said, shrugging. “Maybe you finally woke up to the fact that Bud’s a horse’s ass. Besides, you said it was an undercover job, that I was to get in with McCloy and his buddies. Could you see Fincher doing that?” He had me there. The truth was: I was madder at myself than at him. I’d let him think what he wanted to think at the beginning, and if he’d decided he was really working for the Counselor, I had nobody but myself to thank for it. “Anyway, Philly, not to worry. I’ve got it all figured out.” “You’ve got what all figured out?” “It’s Nora Saroff, babe.
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