Eleven Hello,Mr. Devine, said Michelle Montgomery. Meaning she never went home? But now it made sense why the guy had approached Devine away from the office both times. If he wasnt a real cop, it was much safer that way. Hows Poppy? asked Montgomery. And Vincent Colton wanted a continuance in the matter? Yes, sir. No, we checked all that. There was nothing. Naturally. She mumbled something incoherent and then fell back asleep. Paul Drake— While investigating for Mason, he had no time for anything but a hamburger — and a bicarbonate — at his desk, with a dream of filet mignon on the side. The smells didnt miss them. A woman from one crew kept saying she was going to upchuck and the man of the other said the whole place smelled like an Afghan whorehouse. Devine put down the phone.Okay, Helen Speers is not who she claims to be. So who is she and why is she here? I dont blame Showalter for recruiting Denny into his little group of cops. Denny had always been a bad cop. Beating up people. Ripping off drug dealers. He might even have tried a little blackmail. Why was the man telling him this?Do you want to come inside? Chairs scraped back.Were adjourned, Elkins said. “I want to talk with you, Mr. Mason. Or maybe the yoga class ran over, Stone replied. Then Sig followed Trixie out of the building. Trixie made three pit stops on the way to the van, and Sig waited patiently. Shes tired and needs a nap; Ill stay here, until she wakes up. Because I asked them if they could when this Hancock guy showed up and seemed to be trying to pin all this on me. But they couldnt. And I wouldnt ask them to lie..