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vulnerable and at-risk, even though he’d be doing her worse damage. Right now, though, he’s losing face every time he blows a case. And he’s batting, what? Less than fifty-percent since you’ve been in office and have more than doubled his caseload?” “Right at,” Cramer agreed. “That was in the paper last week. Blames us and the various P.D.s for that, though.” “Of course. Never mind that he’s never had a workload of serious crimes to prosecute like he’s got now.” Landon shook his head. “You expected less?” “I have a name for people like that.” “I’m sure, Martin,” Landon said. “Just keep it to yourself, please. We don’t need that printed in the local scandal sheet, too.” Martin glanced around the room, then pointedly back at Landon. “Who’s going to tell?” Landon purposely turned his head toward several locals standing at the front desk, all of them incapable of hearing them, but all of them also watching them through the open door. “Think anybody reads lips?” Martin grimaced. “I just got word from a pal over at Dutfeld’s office that the prosecutor is going after Doug Long, for sure,” Red said, walking in, his attention on Martin as he handed Landon more papers to sign. He closed the door. “Has anyone been out to see him?” “Yeah,” Cramer answered. “Me and Larson went out. Doug is working as a mechanic for his dad. Living there, too, because he’s got his
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