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"I hate to sound like a broken record, old buddy, but why should you be talking to me? I don't know any more about all of this than you do." |
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Madden drained the cup and stared gloomily at the floor. "Under most circumstances I'd figure that this kid was just one more weirdo that drifted into town, keep an eye on him while he was here and be thankful when he drifted out. But there's somethin' different about this one. I want you to talk to him and find out what's goin' on in that screwball mind of his. When I told him we were turnin' this whole affair over to the RCMP, he started screamin' that we were makin' a big mistake. I asked him what he meant by that, but he wouldn't tell me." |
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"Why didn't you detain him?" |
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"On what charge? Bein' weird? Hell, everybody in the whole damn village is as nervous as a whore in church." It didn't take Madden more than a microsecond to realize what he had said. He blushed and muttered an apology in Brenda's direction. |
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B.C. was standing there, taking it all in. It occurred to me that neither of them had any regard for a man's privacy, so I shoved the covers back and crawled out of bed. If they weren't going to be embarrassed, neither was I. |
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I pulled out the uniform for the day, a pair of fresh wash pants and a faded kelly green golf shirt with the words "Runner |
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