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cartons and bottles, to find a can of strong cleanser so
that he could scour the graffiti off the side of his trailer.
It had taken time to search the area for his wife and his
dog. Her balled-up note of explanation still lay in the
dark dirt beneath the trailer where the graffitist had
randomly thrown it. No one in the compound could tell
him where Chin might be. Juan Treeca, Raoul's brother,
had shoved their trailer door shut, cursing him in an
endless stream of Spanish profanity that he couldn't
translate. Henry walked back through the dark to his
trailer, felt up along a closet shelf, and took down his
service revolver. When the Treeca father jerked open
his door again, Maynard shoved the gun in the old
man's stomach.
Then they told him Chin was not, and had not been,
in their trailer at all. Mrs. Treeca, fat and proudly
dressed, had shouted up at him, "You are free, and six
weeks to come now Raoul must stay in that hospital.
Who will pay? Ah, tell me who!" Henry had set her
aside, firmly but without anger or even interest. He
began to search Madder.
But no one was where he was supposed to be and