Thanks." I was at the door when Murphy said, "Oh, and Cuddy?" "Yeah." "Neely's got a nickname. 'Beef'." "Beef." "Yeah. Don't say it to him, but use it, huh?" "Use it how?" "Take the man to lunch." I looked at my watch. "But I thought I'd go over there now." "Won't matter to old Beef." "Thanks again, Lieutenant." "One more thing." "Yes?" "You'd best visit a bank somewheres first." * * * "Pass the Worcestershire, will ya?" "Sure." "And maybe some more of that A-1 too." I put both bottles in front of Neely. He spritzed the Worcestershire on his second cut of prime rib. The meat lapped two inches a side over the platter. Victoria Station was done in a railroad car motif. It was the one restaurant Neely had said would have prime rib for sure, that time of afternoon. I had offered to cab it, but he said, "It'll look better, I sign out a unit." We were the only people in the room except for our waitress, and even she left, probably to call Central Supply and tell them to butcher another dozen head for the third course.
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