My Tape
Runneth Over

by A. Manley Haight

Skinner grunted, then put down on Mulder's desk the thin object he was holding. It was a jewel box with an unlabeled CD in it. The gold disc gleamed in the office light, and Mulder picked it up. "What's this, sir?"

"I burned that for you yesterday," Skinner said, slipping both hands into his trouser pockets and trying to sound casual, but his voice was low and his dark eyes glittered. "It's the recording we made on Saturday morning...your telephone call. I destroyed the reel tape, and that's what's left. I thought you to add it to your collection."




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