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Ethan realized that he was searching face to face for one face in particular. He half expected to see toilet-drowned Dunny Whistler, dead but eating lunch.“You’ve hardly touched your salmon,” Hazard said in a tone of voice as close as he could ever get to motherly concern.“It’s off, “Ethan said.“Why didn’t you pleasure, causing her to scurry off like a rabbit that had been so flattered by a fox’s admiration that she had almost offered herself for dinner before recovering her survival instinct.send it back?”“I’m not that hungry, anyway.”Hazard used his well-worn fork to sample salmon. “It’s not off.”“It tastes off to me,” Ethan insisted.The waitress returned with the lunch check and with pink bakery boxes full of walnut mamouls packed in a clear plastic bag bearing the restaurant’s logo.While Ethan fished a credit card from his wallet, the woman waited, her face a clear window to her thoughts. She wanted to flirt more with Hazard, but his daunting appearance made her wary.[79] As Ethan returned the check with his American Express plastic, the waitress thanked him and glanced at Hazard, who licked his lips with theatrical