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A.R.Yngve
PARRY'S PROTOCOL
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Chapter 30
Joyce seemed genuinely worried when Abram surprised her by rushing out, pale in face, chased by Parry's laughter. She snapped her fingers at the warden Simon, who marched inside.
"What happened?" she asked Abram, who leaned his back to the wall.
He eased his tie and held a hand to his chest, took a few deep breaths and seemed to calm down: "No problem, no problem at all. We were discussing and got a little agitated... that's all. I've been through worse," he assured, straightening himself.
"I warned you," Joyce stated without emotion. "Parry is smart enough to drive people crazy, once he's made them listen to him."
"I know," Abram muttered with slight irritation.
"By the way, he's already read the books he got, and he's still nagging about getting a Kevlar vest, a gas mask, and a lie detector... ironically, he doesn't seem too interested in the Internet."
"He missed out on it because he's been here. Tell him to be patient. I'll send some more books."
"More errands?" Joyce raised a sarcastic eyebrow.
"I'll have to discuss Parry's case with some old colleagues."
He hastened up the stairs to the first floor; Joyce remained standing with her hands in her coat pockets, looking up after him.
"I'm looking forward to reading about Parry when you're finished..!"
But her call trailed off; he was already out of hearing range.