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Show k8 kids to come for a lousy party. And Sparkle in five. Did she get the notice?" "I don't think she's been home." "Haven't you been over there? Maybe you should go over there." "I twisted my ankle," said Fogarty. "I haven't been off my couch all morning." "I'd better come by," said Jackson. Fogarty could see that it was hot outside. Much too hot. He didn't want to have anything to do with this, with any part of it, but he could not talk Jackson out of coming by; and an hour later, just as he saw the white Jaguar pull up behind the battered pick-up, he also saw Malone, loping down the street from the opposite direction, a half-full bag of mail at his shoulder. Fogarty, feigning a limp, went out into the City heat to meet them both. Jackson was climbing out of his car, having just hung up his phone, when Fogarty arrived beside him in the street, "You didn't answer," said Jackson. "That's because I'm here," said Fogarty. He saw no kids in the back of the car this time. He did see Malone, however, obviously pleased with his confirmed image of Jackson, ducking with a grin into the Newgate. "Well," said Jackson, "then I suppose we should go in. See what's cooking." Fogarty hobbled behind him at a short distance. It's out of my hands, he was thinking. I haven't done a thing, there was nothing |
