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In our van. Hes like you. Hes begging me to change my mind. He keeps thinking if he reminds me long enough about all the big parties people have in the winter months that Ill weaken. But I won’t. There’s a time to fight and a time to retreat.’ But even with tears in his eyes he was belligerent.I dont need no help. He told me to get in the car with him. He drove up toward the property, trying to make me tell him what it was I knew, and finally, he drove all the way up to the place on the hill. As he walked off, Devine thought that if Hancock tried to do anything to Jill or Helen or Will, Devine would hunt the man down and rip him apart. Devine held on to that game-changing word for an eternal moment.Homicide, as opposed tosuicide? Rain tonight, Dino said. I just saw it. Nothing clicked. Uh-huh, I said. I rang the bell twice and while I waited I admired the thick old wooden door that had been cut down from one that once had provided entrance into a century-old Presbyterian church that had been razed to make way for a McDonalds. My uncle was always scouting demolition sites for fine old wood, stained glass, marble, and other interesting doodads that he somehow incorporated into his decorating scheme that included an all-marble bathroom with a huge stained glass window depicting Moses in the bullrushes. Good guess. Im not allowed to speak the words naked or sex. They are not to pass my lips. Whats all this? the sheriff asked. Devine laid her on the couch, his back to the men. His hand slipped under the womans skirt. He pulled the palm-sized ten-shot Beretta subcompact that was holstered around Montgomerys thigh and hidden by the flared skirt. In the span of one breath, he whirled and got off two quick shots. MP5 Man was his first take-down because that weapon vanquished all others in close-quarters combat. Shotgun Number One was next because Devine had sized up that guy as more comfortable with that weapon than Shotgun Number Two. Slick thought about it for a moment as though trying to pinpoint it exactly.It was mid-morning of the day that we had the picnic in Dupont Circle. About ten thirty. Had you ever shown that gun to Herbert Doxey? While outwardly everything remains serene, there is courthouse gossip to the effect that Claud Gloster, who felt positive he could achieve the triumph of adding Perry Masons scalp to his belt, is quite obviously unhappy about the failure of the authorities to make a sufficiently careful search of the premises to reveal the bullet hole in the ridgepole, and there are persistent rumors that a strained feeling has come to exist between the district attorneys office and that of the sheriff. Generations before him had ridden this very same route to make their living in the sweatshop spires of Manhattan. Many had died along the way from the usual suspects: widowmaker heart attacks, strokes, aneurysms, the slow death of neurological disorders and cancers, a liver painfully scuttled by too much alcohol, or self-inflicted deaths among those who could take the strain no longer. Devine picked up Hancocks gun and thrust it into his waist-band, while the man lay on the floor moaning and holding his destroyed knee. Devine glanced over at Cowl, who was staring in disbelief at him. A hopeless son of a bitch. Just barely the daylight hours...