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marijuana, or he could have his bathing suit in that bag,
or a lug wrench to crush her skull.
No, pleasant as it was to meet the young and hear
of lives so different from her own, she couldn't take the
chance anymore. She remembered how the fist had hit
against her cheek, and speeding up, she passed by
Maynard Henry.
He was thinking that he would trade in his trailer,
take the cash and his truck and his wife and leave
Connecticut, travel to the Southwest where the money
had gone. He'd settle things with Haig and Treeca first.
If he had to, he'd jump his brother's bail. There were
still jobs some places in America for a man who didn't
mind hard work and high risks. He could pay Arn back
in the end. But there was no way he was going inside
that jail again. As he gestured his thumb at cars
whooshing past him, Henry kept walking at a steady
pace. If someone stopped, fine. If not, he'd be home in
another hour. Henry had been trained, at considerable
expense, to walk long distances efficiently.
Judith Haig stood in the trailer park and pressed her
hand hard against the pain in her chest until it went