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know a lie from Maynard Henry. Careful not to blink,
he waited, watching, noting without thought that Henry,
barefoot, shirtless, had hurried into pants to answer the
door, that on his upper arm was a thick bandage; noting
that Henry was thinner and not as tall but far more
muscular and, of course, younger, better-trained. When
Henry started to turn away, Abernathy jerked him by
the shoulder, then raised his fist. "Did you?!"
"Hey, man, no way! Okay?" Henry cupped his
palm over the fist and moved it aside. "The answer's no.
No, I didn't rape nobody.
Okay? Now, got any more questions? Then when
you get around to it, you can tell me what you're doing
busting in here laying rape on me! I oughta knock you
through the wall!"
Slowly the lawyer nodded. Bands loosened around
his heart.
Henry was telling the truth. But he also already
knew about Mrs. Haig. His voice was strained, his eyes
restive. He was not a man to manage deception with
ease.
Gradually now the trailer came into focus in