Мистер Камень. Анна Ольховская

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      But almost immediately Hallie smiled, a bright practiced smile that could have fooled any one of her sisters but not him, and she offered her hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Les.”

      Grudgingly, the kid shook her hand, then pulled back right away.

      “This is quite a surprise,” Hallie went on. “If you need to cancel lunch, Brady, I understand—”

      “No. Les is hungry, too. There’s a place a block away called the SteakOut. We can go there.”

      “A cop eating at a place called the SteakOut?” Les rolled her eyes dramatically. “How…small-town.”

      Brady scowled at her, then pointed north. “It’s that way, if you don’t mind walking.”

      As they started toward the intersection, he glanced at the department windows again, and saw even more faces pressed up against them. First they found out he apparently had a daughter no one knew about from a marriage no one knew about, and now he was meeting the sheriff’s new sister-in-law for lunch. He was going to be the subject of gossip so intense it would probably get back to Reese and Neely all the way down in the Caribbean.

      He really did have the damnedest luck.