Chapter Forty

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Warily, Peter looked over at me.

"There's a deli up the street. We can walk there, grab some sandwiches, and let the fresh air clear out the cobwebs."

When he didn't respond, I stammered on.

"We've been hunched over this shit for four hours already; I need to get away from it for awhile."

Still no answer, but the wary look had been replaced by a bemused smirk.

Fuck this. I'd be nice, but I wouldn't grovel.

"Okay, fine. I'm going. If you change your mind, make a left out front. The place is called Nathan's – you can't miss it."