Sit, Paul, she ordered, swinging an arm inthe direction of the kitchen table. Your disguise. A cop couldn'tafford to take every setback and dead end hard; there would be too manyof them. They had escaped into the garage that had once housedDeer Lake's entire fleet of fire trucks, all three of them.
The naivete of the gesture struck her as sad and sweet and squeezedanother pair of tears from her eyes. Professor Priest. They both heaved a sigh. Well, it can be on your head when someonefinds this kid's body in a Dumpster and it turns out Olie Swain did thejob.
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