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Show •117 "You have a crazy family," Brady said. "Why did Carlo do that, anyway? What's the matter with him?" "He thought that was Adam," I said. Up close the plastic was dark-green rather than black; it covered the corpse stiffly, without revealing its shape. Brady took an edge between two fingers and twitched it halfway down. I turned my head away. "I've never seen this man before," I said. He read from his notebook. "The day your father disappeared he was reported wearing Levis and a plaid shirt. He left his shoes up in the tree." "What of it?" Brady pulled the plastic sheet all the way off. "You can see this man is barefoot. Those are Levis; that was a plaid shirt." "Yes. Yes," I said. I didn't look. "I know what you want me to tell you. Well say it i_s_ Adam-what difference would it make?" I was dizzy. I wanted to lie down on the muddy ground and stare at the sky and not think. I breathed as carefully as I could. Slowly Brady closed his book and put it back in his breast pocket. He stared at me with a serious face. The years hadn't improved him: he still looked like a high-school hero desperate to make his mark on the real world before time |