“"Thickness of the fucking skull," he shouted, jabbing a dark finger at his temple. "It is a disease, an affliction that impinges on the brain, the thinking processes, creates terminal stupidity. And here"—he pointed at both of them for the umpteenth time—"are two prime examples of the condition. What has to be said for the message to sink in? Never, never, never talk to the press, not through tenth parties, third parties, any parties. Zip the mouth." He motioned with his finger across the mouth.... "Zip. Zip. Zip. We are in the killer-catching business. Leave the public relations to the eggplant. Heah. Do you get this message or am I pissing into the wind?" Since they had expected it and, as best they could, had prepared for it, she and Cates wore their masks of contrition and waited for the flumes of verbal venom to subside. Since it was the eggplant who had opened up the attack, they had little chance to fill him in on the facts of the case. The story in the Washington Post, as they knew, would set him off.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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