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"Claire is my fiancée," Jimmy protested "This is my son"

"He’s not your son," Josie said

"I don’t care," I said "Geezus, people--no wonder Fenelon knoe’re doing Even the frickin’ bartender at Buck God knoho they told And you, you’re no better" I stepped close to Josie and glared into her eyes "Giving out chunks of cash in a public place the day after you pull a job like you’re frickin’ Robin Hood? You must all be suicidal Everyone in the county has to know you’re the Iron Range Bandits The fact the sheriff hasn’t already scooped you up is astonishing toto rob an armored truck What better reason to throw a party?"

"No, Dyson," the old et carried away"

"Hey, pal, you’re the one who’s going to get carried away--straight into federal prison for twenty godda If by so to do with the money? Do you think you can walk into a bank and pay off your e with cash--pay your power, your cable, your utility bills with cash--and not make people suspicious?"

"Brian can help you launder the money," Claire said She was perfectly sincere

I threw up my hands

"I can’t work like this," I said "Listen You’re all good people at heart You have no business doing this shit Robbing grocery stores, robbing armored trucks--you’re not wired for it You have a chance, though; a chance to get out clean if you just quit Quit now before the cops get wise to you Get rid of the guns" I waved at thethat ar to solve all of your proble at Skarda when I said that last line "If you do that, you can go on enjoying Sundays like you’re enjoying this one If you don’t, every da your best years in prison So to the old ested that he had thought about it before

"As forto Canada"

That’s how I left them

I actually felt proud as I fired up the Jeep Cherokee, shoved it in gear, and headed down the long access road This undercover gig--not so tough, I told myself I had discovered the naive it to thee Bandits Maybe the county sheriff would come for them now and the law--if not justice--would take its course If it did, though, it wouldn’t be because of ht even be able to help theive theal fees After all, they did open their house to me Actually, it was a house owned by the dead stockbroker froo; still …

I halted the SUV at the end of the access road where it met the county blacktop, pulled out the cell phone, and called Bullert

"Brian T Fenelon," I told hiht the AKs from a local punk naot them from some Mexicans I met Fenelon He’d rat out his own mother if you make it worth his while"

"What reason would we have to arrest hi?"

"You say he’d talk if we put pressure on him Okay, what do we have to pressure hi rate for selling illegal weapons these days?"

"Were you there when he sold the weapons? Have you seen him with the weapons?"

"No"