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She had opened the refrigerator door and was looking at her supply of frozen microwave dinners with an expression of distaste when the doorman buzzed. Deciding to forget about dinner, something she’d done too often lately, she depressed the switch. “Yes, Dennis?”t”Mr. Payne and Mr. McCoy are here to see you, Ms. Granger,” Dennis said smoothly. “From the FBI.”t”What?” Jay asked, startled, sure she’d misunderstood.tDennis repeated the message, but the words remained the same.tShe was totally dumbfounded. “Send them up,” she said, because she didn’t know what else to do. FBI? What on earth? Unless slamming your apartment door was somehow against federal law, the worst she could be accused of was tearing the tags off her mattress and pillows. Well, why not? This was a perfectly rotten end to a perfectly rotten day.
