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Quite different, Mason assured him. It was meant to be. I dont have any idea of what youre talking about, but I guess all we can do is find out, right? He was watching me again as he spoke. He seemed as curious as I’d hoped he would be. The fact is, there is something going on at Cowl and Comely, Devine, something seriously not right. We have heard chatter, we have run down a few leads, but we have made no real progress. And we have no grounds to execute a search warrant or bring people in for questioning, and were light-years from federal prosecutors impaneling a grand jury. We need information, Devine. A lot of it. We need to ferret out whatever the hell is going on there. You are admirably suited to investigate this matter since you are alreadythere. That is the reason yourehere. That is why weve been watching you. That is why you now live in Mount Kisco, and why you pass Cowl’s house every day. We want Brad Cowl badly. And we need your help to do it. How did you learn about all this? Neither Larkin nor his henchman is in there. They must have gone out the back door and left in another car. I walked over to the wooded area and used my cell phone to call Cindy Fletcher. When she answered she said hello and then said,Your voice. Oh, God, Im afraid I know what youre going to say. Daves dead, isn’t he?’ So, they opened the closet door, the dog lunged against the opening, came through like a shot, knocked one of the policemen over and tore out of the house, running nose to the ground. About five minutes, I would judge. Devine felt his temper rising with these callous statements about Montgomery. He decided to change the subject.Sara had an abortion. A lot of deer hung around the farm. They seemed to sense that nobody was going to take a shot at them. Sometimes they also came there to die after hunters had shot but only wounded them. When that happened Ruth tried to patch them up, if they would let her, and she had succeeded with four or five. But usually I had to finish them off with a surplus M-l carbine that finally I had bought for just that purpose. What money is that, Mr. Gunderson? Stone tried to go to sleep again, but he had been awake for too long, and his mind was at work. He called downstairs for breakfast and turned on the TV. An all-news-all-the-time channel was on, and his list was displayed on one side of the screen.Here are the people the NYPD thinks may be in danger, the anchorwoman said. “If your name is on the list, and you live or work in Manhattan, you should have heard from the police by now. If you havent, call them, for your own safety. She didnt, no, sir. However, I did clean out the front of the car. I noticed it was a little dirty. Quite a bit of dust had been tracked in, and I took out the floor mats and cleaned it. No. Do you know her? Jackson asked, blinking inquiringly at Mason...