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I thought it over for a second, and then passed the folder to him. "I appreciate it, Agent Denton."
"Phil," he said. For a second, he almost smiled, but then his face resumed its usual tense expression. "Do you mind if I take a look at it?"
I shook my head. "But I hope you like fiction, Phil."
He flicked the folder open and studied the first page for a moment, expressionless. He looked up at me. "You can't possibly be serious."
It was my turn to shrug. "Don't knock it. I've helped Murphy out before."
He glanced over the rest of the report, the look of skepticism on his face growing more secure. "I'll ... give this to Murphy for you, Mr. Dresden," he said, then nodded to me and turned to walk toward the SI office.
"Oh, hey," I said casually. "Phil."
He turned to me and lifted his eyebrows.
"We're both on the same team here, right? Both of us looking for the killer?"
He nodded.
I nodded back. "What is it that you're not telling me?"
He stared for a long moment, and then blinked slowly. The lack of reaction gave him away. "I don't know what you're talking about, Mr. Dresden," he said.
"Sure you do," I told him. "You know something you can't or won't tell me, right? So why not just put it out on the table, now?"
Denton glanced up and down the hall and repeated, in precisely the same tone of voice, "I don't know what you're talking about, Mr. Dresden. Do you understand?"
I didn't understand, but I didn't want him to know that. So I just nodded again. Denton nodded back, turned, and went into the SI office.
I frowned, puzzling over Denton's behavior. His expression and reaction had conveyed more than his words, but I wasn't sure exactly what. Except for that one flash of insight the night before, I was having trouble reading him. Some people were just like that, very good at keeping secrets with their bodies and motions as well as with their mouths.


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