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Dennis Waite was in his backyard attaching a basketball hoop to his garage when Calvin pulled into the driveway. His son of eight waited patiently on the back stoop with a ball. |
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Waite climbed down from the ladder and shook Calvin's hand, again expressing his condolences. |
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Calvin nodded. "That's kind of why I'm here." |
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Waite didn't understand but could see Calvin wanted to talk. He went over to his son and said something in his ear. The boy protested but reluctantly headed into the house. |
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Waite pointed Calvin to a wrought-iron lawn table and chairs under some trees in back. "Will a beer go with it?" |
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"Thanks," Calvin said, and took a chair while Waite went in and got a couple of bottles of Sam Adams. |
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Waite sat down opposite Calvin, eyeing him speculatively. "There are no right words," Waite began. "What happened was a bitch." |
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Calvin gestured with his hand that he hadn't come to spill over. He took a swig of beer and leaned forward. "Dennis, I think my son's death is connected to the death of Sally Forand." |
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"I think she was killed to cover up what it was that destroyed Matty." |
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While Dennis Waite listened in disbelief, Calvin reeled out the details of the last few weeksMatty's condition, the fight in the woods, the battery of medical exams and tests, his attack on Bobby G., the McLean findings, the mock-hormone substance in the water, that grotesque thing floating in a jar of formaldehyde, the sale of their house to Julius and Claire Manning Wick, the death of their |
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