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body twisted by arthritis. Even the most subtle of movements brought on a wave of pain. Still, she looked up at me and intensified her smile. "Bert has never been very good at letting people know about our fair community, Mr. Wages. You see, Bert's mind begins and ends with Caleb Hall's fishing boat. When Bert gets to thinking about going fishing, nothing else much matters. If you know where to go fishing, you know everything you need to know." |
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There was no way of knowing how Polly Johnson had ended up in Chambers Bay, because her voice betrayed a deep Southern heritage. I figured Bert Johnson must have been a helluva man in his daythat, or one helluva salesman. |
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"Like I was telling your husband, my partner and I are going to be here for a couple of days, and we'd like to take in the local sights when we get some spare time. What do you suggest?" |
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Polly suddenly looked a little sad. "Most of the time I'd encourage you to spend some time in our lovely provincial forestwe have some seven hundred thousand acres of itbut I don't know how safe it is what with all the strange things that have been going on around these parts the last few days." She paused as though she was reflecting on the string of events, and I wondered how much she knew and whether or not Bert had spared her some of the ugly |
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