Back at the hotel, after an exhaustive day, we got ready to go to sleep, got under our blankets in our respective beds and turned out the lamps by the beds.

     “Jody?”

     “Yeah?”

     “How did you do that today?”

     “What do you mean?”

     “You know, get that deal with Nick Woodhouse?”

     “I kinda don’t know.”

     “What do you mean you don’t know?  You were great.  You could join the FBI as an expert negotiator.”

     “Clem, I don’t know.  It just, well, happened.  I found a voice fo...

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