Tom leaned in and spoke in a low, confidential voice, “Sir. You have a little something…” He lifted his forefinger surreptitiously to his own upper lip. Harrison brought his hand to his mustache to brush something off it, his eyes questioning. “What is it?””Carpet remnant?” Tom suggested.

Tom leaned in and spoke in a low, confidential voice, “Sir. You have a little something…” He lifted his forefinger surreptitiously to his own upper lip. Harrison brought his hand to his mustache to brush something off it, his eyes questioning. “What is it?””Carpet remnant?” Tom suggested.

– Jez Morrow –

Force of Law

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