Michael Malone - Weebly

fishtailed when the lawyer, accustomed to power
steering, jerked to the right onto Goff Street. His heart
still in a thud, he drove straight into the muddy field of
the trailer park. Here, as throughout Dingley Falls, lights
blazed despite the hour, for many of the citizenry were
still up on Route 3 with the fire. Mrs. MacDermott had
given him lengthy instructions. Nevertheless he
wandered through the mud for a while among the
trailers before he identified Maynard Henry's. And
more time went by as he waited, beaten by the rain, on
the steps before he saw the lights come on in response
to his pounding against the metallic door. Abernathy
planned to be judicious.
"Stop that! What do you want?" snapped a voice.
"It's Winslow Abernathy. Let me in!" Henry's
belligerence had outraged him, and when the door
opened, Abernathy pushed inside, already yelling, "Tell
me! Judith Haig! Yes or no! Did you rape her?"
His voice astonished him, and he tried to lower it.
"Just yes or no!"
Finally, he had not prepared what he would do if
the man confessed, or lied, but he was sure he would