style="font-size:15px;"> Greeve seemed comfortable with the silence.
“Dr. Chavesky…” Nobbler said at last. “I think I know which one she is over there.”
“Nice-looking woman,” Greeve said.
“We need to find out more about her.”
“Definitely. I’ve heard rumors she’s got a past. Has to do with the bottle. Not here in New York, though.”
“That we know of,” Nobbler said.
Greeve smiled. “So far.”
Nobbler shook his head, causing his fleshy jowls to quiver. “Quinn oughta know better.”
“You’d think,” Greeve said. “For now, I’ll spend some time trying to find out more about the postmortem. See if there’s anything pertinent there that’s being kept secret, since these two have gotten so close.”
“No. Just stay on Quinn.”
Greeve nodded. “Your call.”
“I can catch up on the postmortem,” Nobbler said. “I’ve got a confidential contact in the medical examiner’s office. Guy named Nift.”
Greeve smiled mournfully. “Confidential contact. That the same thing as a snitch?”
“It’s a difference without a distinction,” Nobbler said.
Greeve nodded. “You see a lot of that these days.”
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