NOTHING BUT NET
Jeffery Deaver
He’s stupid. And he makes three million a year.”
“And you won’t feel guilty getting a stupid man mixed up in a deal like this?” T. D. Randall asked.
Andy Cabot shook his head, sipped more beer and glanced out the greasy window as an ambulance eased through Mid-town traffic. “I don’t feel guilt. Never have. It’s inefficient.”
“Yeah?”
“The point I was making is, since he’s stupid he’s going to be more likely to go for it.”
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