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“Understood.”

“Then when we finish here, there’s another meet set up, we hope, for half past nine at North Twenty-fifth and Huntington streets, about twenty blocks from the station. And maybe one more after that.”

“Watch your back, Dick,” Castillo said as Betty slowed the BMW and approached the intersection of West Seltzer and West Somerset streets again.

“You behave, Casanova,” Miller said.

Betty stopped the car. Miller got out, pushed—rather than slammed—the door closed, and walked away. Betty made a left turn on West Seltzer, then a right turn on North Broad Street.

“There’s my brother,” she said as they passed the station. “And another Highway car.”

“They won’t attract attention?”

“Highway is all over the city, all the time. Not that it would bother him. He takes very good care of his baby sister. ”

“I saw that in the bar at the Warwick. I really thought he was your boyfriend.”

“And he asked me if you had hit on me,” she said.

“You will recall I had not.”

“I also recall that you told me you were the catering manager for some oil company. And I believed you. You’re a very good liar. You could have been a con man.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Take that as a statement of fact,” Betty said. “I also suspect that your not hitting on me in the hotel was the exception to your normal behavior.”

“Why would you think that?”

“Dick keeps warning me about you, and telling you to behave. ”

“Trust me, Sergeant,” Charley said. “Your virtue is not about to be attacked.”

“I’ll bet you say that to all the girls,” Betty said.

“Would you feel better if I got in the backseat?”

“Unnecessary. I can take care of myself.”

“Changing the subject, where are we going now?”

“I’m going to turn off Broad in a couple of blocks and make our way back to the general area where we dropped Dick off.”

She had just made the turn when Castillo’s cellular rang.

“Hello—

“Yes, sir—

“We just dropped Dick off to meet with one of the undercover cops—

“Sergeant Betty Schneider of the Intelligence Unit.”

“Organized Crime and Intelligence Unit,” Betty corrected him.

“Organized Crime and Intelligence Unit, I have just been corrected—

“When he calls, we’ll go pick him up. There’s at least one more meet tonight—


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