He looks up, not in a confused way. More like he’s expecting her. He nods but says nothing.

            “Nice job there in the courtroom.”

            Harv shrugs. “Never was much for the speeches.” His voice hangs in the air like a carcass on a gambrel.

            “You recognize me?”

            He grins and nods again, baring yellowed teeth and a black gap on the lower right.

            “How is it you know me? I’m...

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