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that would catch the light. “Don’t forget a glass for Bill,” the taller of the two men said, tilting his head to the empty stool between him and his friend. The bartender placed a third wine glass on the bar. The man who had spoken was tanned and lanky with creases around his eyes as if he had spent too much time squinting on sunny tennis courts or standing on a boat’s prow. He wore a blue sport coat with a white open-collar dress shirt; his initials — RJT — were monogrammed on the cuffs. His friend was shorter, stockier and also wore a blue sport coat but over a red sweater with a band of white snowflakes across his chest. Gray flecked through both men’s hair and the goatee of the shorter man like snow. The taller man reminded Griff of his fare from Chapin Parkway and he touched the envelope again. A watch might be nice for Val or perhaps sterling silver combs for her hair. The taller man smiled at Griff. “Have you ever seen a $5,000 bottle of wine?” “$5,000?” Griff asked, the number startling him. He moved his hand away from his coat. The man shook his head as if he couldn’t quite believe it either. “It’s a Château d’Yquem Sauternes,” the shorter man with the goatee said, pointing to the label. “Only 400 bottles were


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