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Unformatted text preview: away. He was across Chestnut Street with a few large strides, and then gone down First, without so much as a sideways glance at Norgan. Michael went back up the steps. He summoned the guard nearest the door. "That man over there, keep an eye on him," said Michael. "Oh, he's OK. He's a private detective hired by the family." "Are you sure?" "Absolutely. Showed us his identification earlier." "I don't think so," said Michael. "Yuri knew him. He's not a private detective. Did any of the family tell you they had hired him to be here?" The guard was flustered. "No. He showed me his identification. You're right. It should have come from Ryan or Pierce Mayfair." "You better believe it." Michael was about to say, "Call him." He was about to walk down the steps and go over to the man himself. Then he remembered that strange religious admonition, "Do not engage him in conversation." "You know the next shift?" asked Michael. "Their names, their faces?" "Yes, all of them. And the guys out b...
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This note was uploaded on 02/20/2010 for the course WRITING 220.200 taught by Professor Julie during the Spring '10 term at Johns Hopkins.
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