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“The journal we don’t have I doubt those Fargos are going to drop by and give it to us”

“I’ the dried plate in the cupboard, picking up another “But we have the next best thing Trevor” She glanced at hi on her every word “So instead of having him sit down and tell us what’s in it, we have him write it down”

“What good’s that going to do?”

“Even if they soos, we—you’ll—have a head start And with Trevor’s insight, if there’s anything to discover—”

“He’ll figure it out”

“Exactly,” she said, running the dish towel over another plate

“Except he already told Frank what he’d read”

She nodded toward the trash, overfloith empty bottles “Between all the beer Frank drank and his pain pills, you think he’s going to remember even a tenth of what Trevor told him?”

Dex said nothing for several seconds, probably because he’d also been drinking “How long do you think it’ll take him?”

“If he uses the computer, maybe a day or so”

“Trev!” he yelled “Get down here”

Trevor took his ti to look at Dex, his eyes on her the whole time “I’m tired”

“I know,” she said “But we need your helpI need your help,” she added, willing hi he’d read between the lines “Do you think you could type up what you remember of the journal so that we could read it?”

His eyes flicked to his father, then back to her “If I got some sleep My brain’s too fuzzy I’m tired”

“It doesn’t have to be the whole thing,” she said, knowing that she needed so She guided Trevor toward the office and into the desk chair, not giving him a chance to refuse “Just a chapter”