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Show 52 "The letter I put in her box," Fogarty felt tired, bone-tired. "What about it?" "It could just be the answer to your question." "The question of her name?" "Of her name," said Malone. "What's the charge?" "Charge? You're a friend. In trouble. In need. Don't insult me. " "Then just tell me." "How about a drink first?" "All I've got is iced tea." "Want to smoke a joint then?" "I just want to sit here." "Two names," said Malone. "First and.last." "Which you're not going to tell me." "I'm telling you," said Malone. "It's Star." "Star?" It wasn't impossible. Fogarty had once, a long time ago, known a woman named Brett Starr. "What was the first name?" he asked. "That i^ the first name," said Malone. Fogarty tentatively, half-heartedly turned it around. "Star? Star what?" "Bright," said Malone. "Star Bright." "Fuck you," said Fogarty. "Please. I checked the phone book. There are twenty-four Brights listed in this town. Why not a Star? Why not?" |