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Show 156 "You need someone to protect you," Leah said. "You need a person who's going to ask those kinds of questions." "If I exist, you mean?" "No. You'll work that one out. I meant contracts. Call Suskind back." "Good idea," Hunt said. "Good idea. In a minute." He went outside and stood by the pool, sipped coffee from a mug. Sixteen paintings in twenty-one days! Sean and Todd were behind the garage, working out on the trampoline. He could see their heads - first one; and then the other -- appearing just over the slight grade of shingles on the garage roof, then vanishing. "Rockets!" he could hear each one shout in turn: "Rockets!" "Rockets!" Call Suskind back, Hunt remined himself. The contract was "being drawn up," Hunt was told. He relayed the information to Leah. "By a ghost lawyer?" Leah asked. "Suskind's watching out. He's overseeing," Hunt assured. "Except I've never seen Suskind," Leah said. "Make up a name." Hunt pushed fruit magnets around on the refridgerator. "Do what?" "Make up a name. I have to give them a name. Invent a name. That's who I'll be." "Hunt: I've veen doing that for years." |