Gambo grinned. "Sometimes fortune smiles on us, Jeff01."
Jeff01 finishing lighting the cigar to his satisfaction and took a few deep puffs before pulling it from his lips and whistling lowly, spewing a thin line of smoke from his pursed lips. "Wow. Not bad at all," he said. Clenching the cigar in his teeth, he began to work on his briefcase, finally pulling a stack of papers from one of the envelopes inside and dropping them on the coffee table.
As he worked, AgCT walked around the table and took a seat in a chair opposite where Gambo was standing. He was still wearing both his coat and his hat, and seemed to be waiting his turn to speak.
There were a few beats of uncomfortable silence in the room before Gambo broke in. "So, Officer, what's the news from Dallas on Uncle Stoney's accident?"
AgCT cracked his first smile of the evening. "Accident, huh?" he said, letting the words hang as he glared at Gambo. "It's a shame. Your uncle and I went way back... served in the Pacific together." He waited long enough for Gambo to break eye contact, then continued. "Accident, indeed. The Dallas cops tell me that it seems that he simply lost control of the car. Apparently he left the restaraunt in quite a state after a fight with his wife. They think he might have been drunk and just run off the road, passed out or something." He looked straight through Gambo with narrow eyes. "Damn shame."
Gambo stood and brandished his finger at AgCT accusingly. "I had nothing to do with it, if that's what you're getting at."
"Oh, I know, I know," said AgCT, glancing at Jeff01 before looking back to Gambo. "And I'd never suggest anything to the contrary."
Sensing that the spat had fizzled out for the moment, Jeff01 intervented while he had the chance. "Should we start, gentlemen?"
Getting no objection, Jeff01 put down his cigar and held up the first sheet of paper to the light. "I, Stoney, on this 11th day of October 1951, of sound mind and body, do hereby record my last will and testement..."
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