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It had been a relief not to have Sa After all, they were delivering very bad news Sa like Sam

All the ether He’d sent a disbelieving Quinn off to fish

“I don’t care how tired you are, Quinn: we have a business to run”

And then he’d gotten down to work

The probleold was three ti Albert could find achieved that temperature Certainly none of the equip noith the power out

Albert despaired until, ru for a solution, he noticed the acetylene torch

He hauled two torches and all the spare acetylene tanks he could find to the McDonald’s He locked the door

He placed a large cast-iron pot on the stove and heated it to old, but it would slon the cooling process

He placed one of the gold bars into the pot, fired the torch, and aiold Instantly the an to sweat Then to run off in a tiny river of old

An hour later he popped his first six gold bullets from the bullet mold

It was exhausting work Hot work But he got so he could produce twenty-four bullets an hour He worked without pause for ten hours straight and then, exhausted, starving and dehydrated, he counted out 224 of the 32-caliber bullets

Kids knocked on the door, de to be let in for the McClub But Albert just posted a sign saying, “Sorry: We Are Closed This Evening, Please Come Back Tomorrow”

He drank soer old to produce perhaps four thousand bullets, which, equally distributed, would mean just over ten bullets for each person in Perdido Beach The job would take weeks

But he didn’t have nearly enough acetylene to old he would need the help of the one person least likely to want to help: Sam

Albert had seen Saold