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Unformatted text preview: s wife's on the other line. I'll call you back." "No, you won't. You'll run for cover. You know what's happened. Somebody's walked out of there with all the material Rowan Mayfair entrusted to me, everything Flanagan was working on. You guys slipped up! And Flanagan is critically hurt and unable to communi- cate." There was a pause on the other end of the line. Then the same young, brittle voice again: "Correction. Dr. Flanagan's dead. Died twenty minutes ago. I'll have to call you back. Doctor." "You better find the records, you better find the complete and entire computer record of every exip^jtaient made by Mitch Flanagan on behalf of Dr. Samuel Larkin f9?W. Rowan Mayfair." "You have a record of sending us these things?" "I brought them." 31? "And that was you, the real you, who brought the stuff-not some- body apparently pretending to be you? Like this doctor yesterday who wasn't you. But said that he was? Oh, yeah, OK. Now, I'm looking at a videotape of this man. Yesterday four p.m. Pacific Standard Time. He's t...
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