You want me to shoot him? Im encouraging one, Stone replied. A very good friend. Erle Stanley Gardner Obviously, she said with disgust. And the wife? Murfin turned to look at me. I saw the question in his eyes and I nodded. Murfin got up and moved over to the blond man with the cold blue eyes who now was nudging the bent-over black with his toe. Murfins right hand rested in his hip pocket. Stone handed him the completed order form.Please add four whites — two French-cuffed and two barrel-cuffed. When is delivery? Whos your friend, Travis? He slipped past the other cubicles. Several heads lifted to glimpse him for a moment before falling back to their screens and the pursuit of vast wealth thereon. Why not. You bet I do. But he wont let me. You might as well, Mason told her. Paul Drake looked completely blank.How the dickens —Oh, I see. Ill get my man to look into it and let you know later. Parked his car? We have proof ofeverything. Enough to take years of your life away. With that said, Im going to make you an offer that is akin to your winning the goddamn lottery, son. Now, thechoice for you is astoundingly simple. Those men outside are Army CID special agents. You can either go with them to be charged and thrown in the brig to await a military trial— You might as well talk to him. Maybe people will stop calling when they know thePost has the story. Lets take a look at him, Mason said. He sounds interesting. I took a bite of one of my french fries. It was cold, too.Youre in trouble, I said..