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A couple of minutes later there was a knock at his door. He fired me — except that Id already quit. But Mix fired me anyway, at least in the newspapers. Then he fired Murfin and Quane. I did, yes, sir. Lets go get it. I never really liked making money, confessed Devine. I dont understand. Id seen family photos of them when they were young. Ted and Joel Bradshaw. There was no doubt they were brothers — they were virtual twins. And poor ones at that, growing up in a tiny white-frame house in New Hampshire, their mother working in a laundry and their father a philandering husband who stopped in occasionally between his benders and his shack jobs. But even then Ted stood tall and straight while Joel slouched. As a teenager Joel had been put in a psychiatric hospital for depression. The county had had to pick up the tab, hed once told me, making his situation all the more humiliating. I have the address from the phone book, Mason said. Of course not. You told me not to. He was looking past my shoulder. Even without turning around I knew that he was looking for a savior. You have an alibi? Mason asked, making his voice light with banter. Like I said, I just want it over with. I dont even care about it anymore. I wish Dave hadnt recorded anything. What the hell is that smell? Thanks, Jackson, Mason said. Oh, I beg counsels pardon, Mason said, Let the record show, then, that the district attorney wishes to recall certain of his witnesses, to correct accuracies in their testimony. When he heard the ding while he was sitting at his desk at Cowl and Comely, Devine checked the message on his phones personal email. He looked at it for a long moment, wondering whether it was a joke or he had simply lost the ability to read...