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These Long Nights: Maintaining the Lower Hand

“Do you know what kind of trouble?” Max asked. Men on the run tended to turn into drifters and drifters were almost always trouble.

“I’ve said too much already. You can ask him when you see him. I’m assuming of course that you’ll be questioning everyone.”

“That’s the plan.” Max said reaching for his whiskey-laden tea.

“Standard procedure.” Doctor Francis corrected.

Max ignored the slight, and gulped down the rest his tea savoring the taste. “Is there anyone else that works here?”

“I’m afraid not. Several others have worked with me in the past but they’ve been gone for six months or more.”

“I’ll need those names.” Max said. He didn’t think that he’d really need them unless one of them had stuck around in Saltaire but he relished the opportunity to show the doctor that he was in charge.

“I can do better than that. I have files that include photographs.” Doctor Francis said proudly.

“You have your own camera?”

“I made the investment when I found out that one of Henry’s hobbies included photography.”

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