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“I want to catch the sonofabitch who took your daughter, but I want to get the right guy.” Mr. Barrett wrapped his arms around himself, leaning slightly forward so that his posture began to mimic that of his wife. His face became a collection of tics and twitches, as if he were about to undergo a change, a metamorphosis. When he spoke, his voice was hushed and choked. “Hank Bukhari is the right guy.” Hammett stood and walked around his desk. He hesitated but then placed a hand lightly on Mr. Barrett’s shoulder. He almost expected the man to jerk away, or even throw a punch, but instead he stood still and silent, allowing the contact.

“You didn’t think to mention this? We’ve been blindsided, Richard.” “I handled it,” Richard’s voice could have frozen hell. “Or I thought I had.” Victoria went quiet, finally moving to sink into one of the chairs. After a long moment, she looked up. "Where's that overpriced lawyer of yours? Barrett? Isn't this exactly what we're paying him for after dumping Marcus?" As if on cue, Barrett practically stumbled through the door, trying and failing to look like he hadn't just run here. "Good morning, Mrs. Stone. Good morning, Mr. Stone,” Barrett greeted, straightening his tie, still catching his breath.