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Show •294 and I think that you know it too. In fact I think that you arid Jacob have known it for a while now. Am I right, Buck?" "Right about what?" "Sure," Brady said. His smooth wheedling voice, which I remembered from high-school days when he came to see Jacob, went on with scarcely a pause. "This is a small town and I've known your family for years, so I can afford to be informal for a while about this, but I have to draw a line somewhere, don't I? It would be a lot easier all around if the both of you could come to my office and have an old-fashioned friendly talk about this situation. I'd rather not act officially until I've heard everything you boys have to say. I want you to think of me as a friend of the family; I'm looking out for everybody, not just trying to solve some cold-hearted case like they would in the city. I'm not a hard-ass, Buck; the dead are dead, I know that. Trust me to do the right thing." "What would that be?" I said. "Where did that rifle come from?" Brady said. "Tell me that. Come on, off the record, just between the two of us. We're friends." "It isn't really off the record, is it?" Brady laughed. "Hell no. If you tell me you know something about it I'll have to press charges, maybe lock you up. Jacob too." |