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Unformatted text preview: d the doctor in Rio." "This was over two years after Lanigan disappeared." "That's correct." "Was this the first evidence that he was actually in the country?" "The very first, yes." "What did you do for the first two years?" "Spent a lot of money. Knocked on a lot of doors. Chased a lot of worthless leads. As I said, it's a big country." "How many men were working for you in Brazil?" "At one point, I was paying sixty agents. Thankfully, they're not as expensive as Americans." IF THE JUDGE wanted a pizza, then the Judge got a pizza. It was fetched from Hugo's, an old family bistro on Division Street, near the Point and far away from the fast-food places lining the beach. It was delivered by a deputy to Room 312. Patrick smelled it as it left the elevator. He stared at it when Karl opened the box at the foot of his bed. He closed his eyes and sucked in the heavenly aroma of black olives, portobello mushrooms, Italian sausage, green peppers, and six different cheeses. He had eaten a thousand pizzas from Hugo's, especially during the last two years of his old life, and he had been dreaming of this one for a week now. Home did have certain advantages. "You look like death warmed over. Eat up," Karl said. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html Patrick devoured his first slice of pizza without a word, then went for a second. "How did you get so skinny?" Karl asked, chomping away. "Can we get some beer?" Patrick asked. "No. Sorry. You're in jail, remember." "Losing weight is between the ears. Make up your mind, it's easy. I suddenly had plenty of motivation to starve myself." "How fat did you get?" "The Friday before I disappeared, I weighed two hundred thirty-six pounds. I dropped forty-seven pounds the first six weeks. This morning I weighed one-sixty." "You look like a refugee. Eat." "Thanks." "You were at the cabin." Pat...
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