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Nancy heard about Issen as she her fought early morning commuters on her way to WebbCo. It just didn't fit. She needed to talk to Tom Barnett. She was sure he'd mentioned raquetball or tennis or some kind of ball game with Issen. Boy, he really did love his balls! She got to the office and headed for the phone. On the third ring, Tom answered. "Tom, it's Nancy. I need whatever you've got on Issen," Nancy started right in. "Well, good morning to you too," Tom joked. "Guess you're short on time. Issen's not the suicidal type. And embezzlement? Just as ludicrous!" Nancy's instincts were right on -- again. |