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Iwas going to show you, she said, but now Ill tell you. From up here on the third floor you can look directly down on the house which is on Roxys property — you can look into the patio and right into the swimming pool. Now, doesthat answer your question, Mr. Mason? Check his ID, then set him loose in the house. I merely outlined to them the political consequences of what youve chosen to call your Yellow-Dog Contract Theory. They were fascinated. I spelled it out only in general terms, of course. Who? So, Ive been thinking about our little discussion. You see, Stone said to Dino. You just have to be nice. They checked. But what brought all this to mind were the emails I was reading on this rainy autumn afternoon in Danton, Illinois, population eighty thousand and home of Congresswoman Jessica Bradshaw, whose reelection campaign I was running. Her friends called herJess, and wed begun to use that in some of our radio ads. She buzzed him in, and met him in the front hall.Ah, yes, thats the correct bandage, she said, taking his hand and leading him into the kitchen. My niece, Elizabeth, age five and a vixen, smiled smugly and said in rapid, perfect French,Good day, uncle, I hope you are well and that Aunt Ruth is well and that the dogs and the cats and the ducks and the goats are also well. Then she stuck her tongue out at her brother. But hes gonna meet us at a bar down near city hall at two. He says itll at least get him out of the house. Im not sure. It was a place outside the city. What about the money? I said. The little boy again: his mom had missed the game where hed hit his home run. Yes, sir. Stone looked down and found Dino on his back, then offered him a hand. As he got to his feet they could hear rubber burning on the pavement outside. So what did you do? Mason asked. Chipper, she said. Jaunty. Maybe even ebullient. Yeah, I read in theInternational New York Times about your hit list. I did some research: I guess winning ten million dollars in the lottery made him bold...