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Josie glanced over her shoulder at Roy He found so on the wall that see not to listen to us

"Good," she said "On that happy note, I think we should be thinking about sleep Jill, you’re with me in the master bedroo her husband as if she expected him to stop her When he didn’t, she disappeared into the bedroom

"Roy, why don’t you, Dad, and Jimmy take the bunk beds Dave, you stay out here with Mr Dyson"

"In case I decide to run off with the silverware," I added

Jirinned He was the only one who did

Blankets and pilloere doled out Jimmy, Roy, and the old man went quietly into their bedroom while the women went into theirs Skarda bedded down on the sofa across fro, I took the county-issued sneakers he had been wearing e escaped and pushed them farther back under the sofa where no one could see them

FOUR

I couldn’t sleep; wasn’t sure I wanted to It ell pastsoftly when I rolled off erator, and found a beer It was in a blue and white can, the kind of beer I would ridicule even before I quit the St Paul Police Departit reward on an ein and his pickpockets, and beggars can’t be choosy I took it out onto the deck, opened it, sat in a chair, proppedpull The air was crisp, yet I didn’toff the borderless black water just visible beyond the trees

I drank slohileback to the saet the hell out of here Since beco a man of leisure I so the occasional favor for friends But the people I orking for, they weren’t actually erous

On the other hand, so far everything had gone exactly as planned Besides, there was so that at any ive yourself away I understood why some cops like it so ent working out of the Minneapolis office of the Federal Bureau of Investigation I called hio he reminded me of the character actor Harry Dean Stanton He had been working at the tient of the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms, and Explosives nao--was it only three days?--Bullert ambushed me in the clubhouse of the Columbia Golf Course in Minneapolis I liked Columbia--it was a short course with narrow fairways that favored course hteen holes, Harry and I had stopped in the clubhouse to talk it over The waitress had just served our drinks when Bullert appeared, behaving as ifthe Gopher 5 All of my internal alarm systems flared at once It wasn’t that I had any fear of Bullert, whoht in Lakeville It was that he earing a suit, a tie, and black wingtips Clearly he hadn’t coht have put it

After taking a seat, Bullert said, "McKenzie, I was just thinking about you"

"Is that right?"

"How’s the shoulder?"

I flexed it to show that my broken collarbone had healed nicely "Good as new," I said

"The concussion--no lingering sy for a couple of ?"