They looked like sidewalk superintendents at a building site.
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They would stand with their hands cupped to the sides of their faces to block the light, peering in through the windows running across the front of the big garage door. In the months that followed, the sight of cops standing there side by side in front of Shed B became common. And to some degree they all felt what Mister Dillon had felt: the draw of it. It sat there, as it would sit for all the years to come, while Presidents came and went, while records were replaced by CDs, while the stock market went up and a space shuttle exploded, while movie-stars lived and died and Troopers came and went in the Troop D barracks. Then figure a way to turn off the spigot.
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You could have told me how to reach Sheng back at the airport-and demanded that we give you a certain amount of time before we acted. You wouldn't have agreed so readily to my coming with you to Macao. He saw it in her face, saw that she knew it was. I have to be in court this afternoon, remember?'įitch crossed the big room and stood before the desk when he had done as bidden. 'Yeah, Em, he worked the Gooding case with Frank Allen. An invitation? He moved his hands upward to find out. Jack saw her face in the glass, a tiny smile on her lips. That's easy for you to say! She was still looking in the mirror. At the end of the song everybody was weeping, even Charlie Weeb, the man who had so often privately referred to Dickie Lockhart as a shiftless pellet-brained cocksucker. Then Dickie's face appeared on the big screen behind the pulpit, and the assembled flock lip-synched to a Johnny Cash recording ofNearer, My God, to Thee. The next morning, at the closing of the regular Sunday broadcast of Jesus in Tour Living Room, Charlie Weeb offered a special benediction for the soul of his dear, dear friend Dickie Lockhart, the greatest bass fisherman in the history of America. This was the hit of the graveside service, but the best was yet to come.
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