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Show -272 "Only Carlo was grown-up and he found he had the power to actually do the thing." "This is the most terrible moment of my life," Jacob said. Brady had the rifle lying across his desk when we walked in; I saw right away that it was Adam's gun, the one that had been in the toolshed. He stood up to shake hands with us and quickly sat down again. "Don't try to make a fool out of me," he said. The glossy photographs on his wall lent him power. Through the glass partitions of his office I saw typists, clerks, young cops stalking back and forth like half-grown beasts. Brady looked out at them also, and I saw in his face how much he loved his position. "There's something peculiar going on here," he said. "I don't know what it is, but I'm going to find out, and somebody's going to be sorry." "What are you talking about?" I said. He tapped the rifle with one finger. "Do you know how this got here?" "No," Jacob said. "How?" I said. Brady gave us each a long searching look, meant to intimidate. "It was left on the steps of the police station in the middle of the night. Like it was a goddamned baby |