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"Well, we all have to ," I said--or rather Dyson said McKenzie had been a cop for eleven and a half years He wanted to beat the hell out of the two sonuvabitches and then ain

We re ice cream At least I ate ice cream; Josie seemed to have lost her taste for it James and Williams finished theirs before we finished ours and drove off down Sheridan Street, the nah Ely It was theto work," I said "Everything is on the same da with the arths we stay behind, how many times we pass it and then wait down the road for it to pass us, we’re bound to be spotted Especially if we’re going to repeat it over a three-, four-day period while looking for the best place to hit ’em We could run a three-car rotation in Ely, a city like Ely, only what about the long stretch of single-lane highway between Ely and Tower or Virginia? It would look like a frickin’ parade"

Josie stared atabout

"Okay," I said "We’ll go to Plan B"

"There’s a Plan B?" she asked

"There’s always a Plan B I just don’t knohat it is yet Call your cousin Let me talk to him"

A moment later, Jimmy was on Josie’s cell phone

"Jimmy," I said "I want you to look up the address for Mesabi Security"

He did "Their er," he said

"A ter on" I lowered the cell and looked at Josie "Does Mesabi Security have an office in Krueger?"

"Not an office Just a parking lot"

"Parking lot?"

"They keep some of their trucks there"

I stared at her for at least a half-dozen beats,that this woe in a life of cri soht be pertinent information, JoEllen?" I asked

She twirled a lock of auburn hair around her finger and dragged it across her irl froe"

"Sure you are"

I studied the Mesabi Security Co lot of a roadhouse located on the other side of a county road about three er There wasn’tlot about the size of a gas station that had been carved out of the forest and surrounded by a high chain-link fence with razor wire strung along the top There were eight vehicles--three cars, three SUVs, and two pickup trucks--parked inside the enclosure A short driveway led froe padlock was attached to a thick chain hanging on the fence post The padlock was open There was no one in the yard If there was someone in the office--and I assu in her seat to look at the entrance to the roadhouse It was called Buckman’s, and it looked like it had been there since the last time the University of Minnesota went to the Rose Bowl--1962