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He was ht in a trap I wondered what the hell I thought I was doing, holding a gun on a mental patient armed with a set of keys

Did I seriously think I would shoot him? For what?

Was this the “weird-looking guy” who ht have killed a half dozen people or more? Or was he just what he seemed to be, a mental patient on a walkabout? I couldn’t know And I couldn’t take any chances

Conklin said, “Neddie I’ to hurt you See?” He showed Neddie his gun, then opened his jacket and slipped the gun into his holster

“My partner, Lindsay, will put her gun away, too”

I did it

Rich went on, “Sorry to scare you, Neddie Sorry about the noise Let’s go upstairs so we can talk”

Bags rustled behindbetween the garbage bags and the wall, his hands over his ears, trying to make himself invisible

Neddie said to Conklin, “Talk Just talk, right, Richie?”

Rich reassured hiive up”

Neddie was holding a small bunch of keys above his head, and Rich reached for them Neddie ducked under Rich’s arm and threw himself facedown on top of the orderly

What is this?

Neddie said to the ether”

Lawrence said, “Neddie, leave o It’s no business of mine”

“It is now,” said Neddie