He couldfeel Megan's steady gaze, heavy, expectant, disapproving. Mitch let himself into Boog Newton'scell. ow as cold as a block of ice andstrained her eyes to see into the gloom with the aid of her pocketflashlight. Tightly gripping the arms of his chair, he tried to draw in a deep,calming breath the way the department shrink in Miami, had tried toteach him.
It settled on his aching shoulders like a cloak-the guilt, edged inanger, dyed black by his mood. The ringing of the telephones in the squad room barelypenetrated the walls, the distant sound only adding to the sense ofisolation. At one end of the room stood an altar draped with a white brocadeantependium and rich lace runners. He wondered if she had any clue how badly it hurt him when she saidthat.
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