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Again, I thought I saw Debbie nod her head

"Please, please, don’t lie for him anymore," I said "It’s okay if you lie toto do anything about it But if you tell the sa to be in serious trouble Do you understand?"

For the first time, Debbie looked me directly in the eye

"Yes," she said

Richard Scott Nye was leaning against my Jeep Cherokee, his arms folded across his chest, when I left the bank He was so?" he asked

"Get your ass offfor any excuse at all to pop him one Or two

"Isn’t this one of those soccer-mom cars?" Nye asked

I grabbed a fistful of his shirt and yanked him into the neutral zone between my vehicle and a Ford Taurus The smile stayed on his face

"Touchy," he said

I unlocked the door

"Wait, don’t go," Nye said "I want to ask you so"

I turned toward him

"What did Debbie say?" he asked

"She said exactly what you told her to say"

"What’s that supposed to mean?"

"You should know that when you ure you have so to hide It’s better to have no alibi at all"