On his way out, he grabbed his Thermos in the kitchen and bent over the phone machine to record a new message. Fuck Pounds. His name was on one of the file cards in the ice file Moore had left behind. It's pork.
No wonder Porter wanted out. He didn't take it then when he could have. The one at the end of the hall had a sign that said: DANGER-RADIATION NO UNAUTHORIZED ADMITTANCE Harry saw a hook next to the door that had goggles and breathing masks hanging on it. Each progressive washing smeared the glass more until Bosch had to put on the wipers and use the car's own spray.
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