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studied, as if they held some deep mystery, eventually made it clear that there would be no further slavering comments. With that silence established, Mick walked away, not betraying his distraction. He sensed something wasn't right. Was it what that drooling ass hole was so pleased about? What he, himself, had done? Or, not done? So far that creep had accomplished nothing worthwhile. It wasn't he who kidnapped the woman, goaded every ounce of information from her - though nothing useful. The photographer. Really. Who else has connections to get dead men photographed with drugged women? The swizzle stick. That Mona Lisa smile was Mick's idea. An unconscious woman or the look of great sex? You can't use just any old drugs! In this business, you gotta know lots of shit. Sharing, teaching? That was just plain dangerous. And for what? What did this guy do except get his face tenderized on a car door mirror? Nothing. Even this very simple killing, Mick thought, who propped her, picked out the garotte? Hell, he even cushioned the chair. That damn fool couldn't afford to hack up the other eye. What an ass hole. That was probably it. The unease. But the girl. Mick was annoyed by his choices. She had been appealing, lovely and innocent. Except for dollars, picking between that girl and this damaged dork would have been no contest. Nothing they did to her yielded anything to help him dislike her. If only there had been some juicy gossip on the esteemed Dr. Wagner. That was his first choice. It just wasn't there. Still, a good discrediting, no matter what it takes, is better than a mysterious disappearance. So this, Wagner, a sexy looking secretary, and planted photos - public carnality would do the rest. If you were careful. It gets harder and harder to doctor evidence. You need professionals with the right tools to fool them. You need savvy. And the technology keeps changing. How can you