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Show page 207 "I been waiting. Everything all right?" "He's suspicious," Thompson said. "Better move me out tonight." Black nodded. "A h e l l f i r e o u t f i t , the CID," said Thompson. "He's not guilty of murder." "Get your stuff," said Black. " I ' l l send you out through the hospital, for the record." Thompson returned to the barracks. McFall was s i t t i n g in the dark, smoking. "Checking out through the hospital, huh," McFall said softly, "that how they work i t ?" "A guy moves around," said Thompson, stuffing things in a duffel bag. " I t squares, i t ' s okay," McFall said. "You saw me off to the hospital that night at the junction. You were shooting, I was running. You leaped across one of the dead guys. I was the perfect t a r g e t , head high, bounding along in a straight line. My folks in Caudolia, Georgia, wouldn't be proud of me for that night. I saw you r a i s e your p i s t o l . You got me. I stumbled, but kept going. Your second shot got me too. Did you get off a t h i r d ?" Thompson pulled the t i e s of his bag, slung the bag over his shoulder, looked hard at McFall in the dark. "You wouldn't be s i t t i n g here getting i t straightened out if I'd gotten off a t h i r d , " Thompson said. He picked up his folded blankets. "Tell your folks at Caudolia that you were not an easy t a r g e t ." Thompson returned to the stockade office with his bag and |