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Liz?” She said it
was okay with her so, we found an In and Out and went through the
drive-through lane. Roger was tapping away on the computer. I sat
there eating a burger and trying to figure out how a Muslim
terrorist assassin figures out that his victim is about to show up
in a spot where his victim hasn’t been in a month. “They could have
been following him,” I said to the others.
    “No,” said Roger. He continued to tap away on
the keys.
    “What do you mean, no?”
    He looked up at me. “There are lots of famous
athletes that would have been much easier to kill than Tony Reilly
if you wanted to make a terrorist statement. Kill Michael Jordan or
Mohamed Ali or A-rod or Beckham. Tony Reilly was MIA. Someone
wanted to kill Tony Reilly. I think we have to start with the
question, where was Tony Reilly?”
    I thought about it, “Someplace very low key
because he seems to have been completely off the radar for a month.
If I’m a betting man, I’d say he was out of the country. He was too
well known to have not been recognized for a long period of
time.”
    “Betting man,” Roger snickered.
    I looked up at him and said, “What do you
mean by that?” and threw a fry at him.
    “You mean like Texas Hold’em?” Roger turned
to Liz and said, “Mr. Mullins regularly contributes to other
player’s pockets,” he said and laughed.
    “He plays Texas Hold 'em like he plays
backgammon?” Liz said.
    “Exactly,” said Roger and they both
laughed.
    “Oh that’s rich, the two of you ganging up on
me.” Roger held up his fingers in the shape of an L and put it to
his forehead and looked over at Liz. She laughed.
    “He’s also unlucky in love,” said Roger.
    “Oh really? Do tell, Roger,” said Liz.
    “Shut up, Roger,” I said.
    “Two letters,” said Roger.
    “Two letters?” asked Liz.
    “MK,” said Roger.
    “Shut up, Roger,” I said.
    “MK stands for Mary Kennedy,” said Roger. I
threw another French fry at him. “Mary was Mr. Mullins’ long time
girl friend. But, she’s gone now. She won’t be coming back. She
dumped Mr. Mullins.”
    “No, she didn’t dump Mr. Mullins. There was a
mutual dumping as you well know.”
    “Referring to himself in the third person,
now,” said Liz.
    “I think it could be thought of as a mutual
dumping,” said Roger. He turned to Liz and sarcastically shook his
head, “Ms. Kennedy was a beautiful woman.” Roger quickly added,
“Not as beautiful as you, Liz.” Liz laughed and chucked Roger under
the chin.
    “You are a charmer, Roger,” said Liz.
    “Mary Kennedy is one of the Assistant
District Attorneys for the City of San Francisco. She and Mr.
Mullins were together forever.”
    “No, it just felt like forever,” I said.
    “How long was forever?” asked Liz.
    “Which time,” said Roger giggling.
    “You think this is fucking hilarious don’t
you dickhead,” I said.
    “It was like 5 years altogether,” Roger said.
“There always seemed to be issues. I never understood it; she was
always very nice to me.”
    “Well, you didn’t live with her, Roger,” I
said.
    “Ms. Kennedy is a very smart, woman. She
graduated form Stanford Law School and was very dedicated to her
career,” Roger said.
    “She was also dedicated to being an
argumentative, impossible bitch, most of the time,” I said.
    My cell rang and I saw it was the Team. “Mr.
Mullins, its Shawn Samuelson, sir.”
    “Yes, Shawn.”
    “Mr. Mullins, there is a meeting of law
enforcement personnel at 4:30 this afternoon regarding the
investigation. Mr. Tierney requests that you attend.”
    “Okay, I’ll see you then, Shawn.”
    I opened the window to the driver, “Eddie,
we’re going to San Francisco Team headquarters. You know where it
is?” He said he did and I looked at the other two, “We got a
meeting.”
    “Let’s get back to Mary Kennedy,” said Liz.
“So, you guys lived together?”
    “Sometimes,” said Roger.
    “Mary was a difficult person to be around on
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