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I went back into the living room and sat down on the couch again.Wherere the boys? I said. You knew it was substituted? Judge Sedgwick asked. The night now smelled of cigarette smoke, gasoline from idling engines and a strong hint of winter. Near the doors I saw Ted talking to a group of reporters. For once his drama queen style was probably appropriate. Devine was impressed that the man had recited his military CV from memory. Some parts of it even Devine had forgotten. Can we shoot him for that in Maine? They both looked grungier and even more pissed off than the last time. And that was saying something. Shoemaker took the cigarette out of his mouth and tapped it dead on the pavement with the heel of his shoe. Yes, sir. And if some of this evidence was planted, then it all could have been. The prosecution is going to abide by its original theory of the case. Stone realized he was bleeding from his right temple. He picked up a fresh napkin from an unoccupied table and held it to his head. We couldnt have done better in a restaurant, she said. I glanced back at Slick. He looked at me and then at Audrey. Audrey seemed to be the only danger so he raised the Walther carefully, aiming it at her with both hands. Chapter 15 Shoemaker looked around.Yeah, making dough at this place. I think you do, Judge Sedgwick said. You will be in contempt of Court unless you answer, or unless you adopt the position that the answer would tend to incriminate you. Was that revolver which you returned on May thirtieth substituted or not? Those guys got their shots in on me, for sure. But they knew nothing about really hurting another guy. I do. And I did, last night. But it was their choice, not mine. I walked out, they came after me. I gave them another chance to back off and they didnt take it. So I had no choice. Chapter 9 Give me your phone number. I can text you my address if coming here makes you nervous. Thanks again. On the other side of the room there were cheers as Trent Dorsey held his clenched hands up in the air the way a winning boxer does. He was following the number-one law of the bullshit room— despite all evidence to the contrary. He was proclaiming himself the winner...