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Good question

A fewon the redwood railing that enclosed the deck,balanced on the top plank The deck was about six feet above the ground yet seeled doard for about a hundred feet to the lake--Lake Carl, it was called There was a wooden staircase that led to a wooden dock that jutted out into the lake with a pontoon boatboat with a 25-horse Johnson tied up to the other

"Do you want to go fishing?" Skarda asked

"I don’t think so" I took a sip froet all bent out of shape when I asked him about his assault rifle?"

"He doesn’t want anyone to knohere he got the guns"

"He didn’t even tell you?"

"Nope"

"That’s because he’s chickenshit"

"No, no, he’s not, Dyson I know you two don’t get along…"

"Listen, kid" Skarda was only a decade or so younger than I was, yet for soht of him as a kid "I have never met a ht? You want to knohy he refuses to tell you about the guns--to save his sorry ass If you guys get popped, he’ll trade the intel to the cops for reduced charges or o down hard"

"You think so?"

"Why else keep it a secret?"

Skarda thought about that for a long moment before he said, "You knohen I was arrested, a o easier forI didn’t say anything, but…"

"You could have"

"If I had known anything Da out for Number One"