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"That’s about it, Thelma," Sally said "My father is still free, more’s the pity, but they’ll catch him His face has been all over the TV Someone will spot hi"

"He could have gotten another passport," Thomas Shredder said "That’s never a problem"

"Shit," Quinlan said "Excuse ht, Thos than a little shit in ents here You want to solve those murders, huh?"

"Yes, ht Doc had killed himself, but that woman from Portland said it wasn’t so"

"The medical examiner," David said "I was lucky she’s so well trained and was available Otherwise it ht have passed as a suicide"

"Poor Doc," Thelun in his mouth? It isn’t civilized--you know?"

"No, it isn’t"

"As for that young woman with the three children, well, that was a pity too, but after all, she wasn’t one of us She was from that wretched subdivision"

"Yeah, Thel his irony floating gently over Thelht here"

Quinlan sat himself back down beside Sally on the brocade sofa When he spoke again, Sally i, intiet information out of a turnip "Now, did you ever meet that rich uncle of Doc Spiver’s, Thelma?"

"Nope, never did I don’t even remember where he lived, if I ever did know But everyone knew about hi on a bit longer then he’d croak and Doc would get the money

"Of course, I have money, but not as much as that rich uncle had We were all afraid that the old codger would use it all up on nursing hoot that big fat check More zeros than anybody in this town had ever seen before, I’ll tell you"

"Thelma," David said, "do you know of anyone in toho could have met this uncle?"