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“Oh, boy, you’ve got it bad!”

“Let’s just get to work,” he suggested.

“Fine, but—” Brian began.

“Work!” Fisher interrupted him.

“Okay,” Brian agreed and began to tap on the keyboard. “This will tell us all of the transactions made in the account over the past few hours.”

Brian was silent as he read the incoming report. His face looked grim.

“Hey, Fish, where did you and Annie stay when you were in Vegas?”

“The Palms,” he said. “Why?”

“Because our perp deposited a huge cashier’s check made out to A. Talbot from the Palms just after midnight.”

“What?”

“You know what that means,” Brian said.

“No. I don’t believe it.”

“It’s the only explanation.”

“No, there has to be another one.”

“Face it, Fish. Annie is our perp.”

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“You don’t know that,” he said.

“I’m sorry, Fish, but she’s—”

“No, she isn’t. She spent every moment with me. She was never out of my sight,” he argued. “There’s no way it could be Annie.”

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