Len Quint without a smile was almost unrecognizable.
Len looked uncomfortable and glanced at Howard as if for support.
Howard shook his head and Len cleared his throat.
Len snatched the forgotten hat from his head.
Len had regained his composure.
"I'm sorry," Len said again.
"Here," Len said to Lisa.
"Keep your head down," Len said softly.
When Len walked in, she was on her knees, clinging to the stool.
Len kneeled beside her.
"That's not possible right now," Len said.
She woke several times briefly; once to see Len and an older officer with white hair talking in the hallway outside her cubicle in the emergency room.
He was still holding her hand when Len entered the room.
Len walked further into the room.
Len shot Howard a warning look.
Len and Howard took turns at her side throughout the funeral and at graveside.
Twice Len came to visit and Howard was there every night.
Ask Len to go with you.
At least tell Len where you're going, or Howard.
All Len wants out of me is information about Allen, and Howard couldn't care less where I am.
It might be a good idea to tell Len or Howard about it.
Feeling guilty, she used the card Len had given her and dialed his number.
Did Len ever call you?
If Len has time, maybe he could help me.
She said nothing, but when they entered the kitchen to find Len sitting at the table, his expression was wary.
She was facing Len, but kept Yancey in view.
Len glanced at Yancey uncertainly and then shifted his attention back to her.
"Not as far as I'm concerned," She spoke to Len without taking her eyes off Yancey.
On the way to town, she told Len about the car and how she had come to meet the Giddon family.
Len, if I didn't know better, I'd think you were jealous.
She was forming a habit of using people who expressed interest in her – Connie, Howard, Len and now Yancey.
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Len colored and glanced at Connie, who dimpled and firmly stated, "Yes."
Howard slapped Len on the back playfully and turned to leave the building.
No wonder Len knew so much about what was going on.
I've got to hand it to you Len; I had it figured completely different.
Asking Len might get better answers, but it also might get Yancey in trouble.
Len was eyeing Yancey's car and didn't see them until they stepped out the door.
Len knelt in front of her and examined her neck.
It wasn't true, and Len wasn't buying it, but he said nothing.