"I-"

"You don't have to say anything. I don't want to cause any discomfort."

Mark sniffed. "No, look, I appreciate it. I don't think we really knew each other."

"True enough." Will dug his hand in his pockets for the car keys. "So, thanks for the beers and the chat. I've got to hit it."

Mark inhaled and finally said, "I think I know why you're in town. I saw you on TV."

"Yeah, the Doomsday case. The Vegas connection. Sure."

"I've watched you on TV for years. And read all the magazine articles."

"Yeah, I've had my fill of media stuff."

"It must be exciting."

"Believe me, it's not."

"How's it going? The investigation, I mean."

"I've got to tell you, it's a pain up my butt. I didn't want any part of it. I was just trying to ease on down retirement road."

"Are you making any progress?"

"You're obviously a guy who can keep a secret. Here's one: we don't have a fucking clue."

Mark looked weary when he said, "I don't think you're going to catch the guy."

Will squinted at him strangely. "Why do you say that?"

"I don't know. What I've read about it, he sounds like he's pretty clever."

"No, no, no. I'll catch him. I always do."

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