“It’s a clean shot, Finn.  We can fix this,” she told him.  Her limited medical training years ago was being pushed past its limits.  Finn held out his hand.  There was a micro-SD card between his thumb and index finger.  “Take it.  It’s as close to a confession as we can get.”

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Jack discovered that three tequila shots was slightly past his limit.  At least in the short time frame involved.  Four was well past. 

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There were people in the agency that were sure he had inside contacts leaking methods and storylines to him.  His stories were too real.  Too close. 

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Then she looked at the tip again.  She had thought it was a hundred until she started punching it in.  Surely that’s wrong, she thought to herself.  She turned to look, but the bar was empty of its patrons, only a few staff remaining. 

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“Back the hell up and get away from my food, Slim,” Kyle barked, causing Dave to jump back. 

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After I write something, I edit it… several times. And then edit it again. After that, I send it to my beta readers, those angels that read it and give me their opinions. After getting the feedback from the beta readers, I generally make more changes.

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