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           ButIcan’tpimpformysisters;they’dbetoooldandIneverhadany.GetyourfannyindoorsandtakecareofitbeforeIchangemymind."

           "Yes,boss."

           Shekissedhisbaldspotasshepassedbehindhischair.Harshawyelled,"Front!"againandMiriamstartedtowardhim.Butaloudspeakermountedonthehousebehindhimcametolife:

           "Boss!"

           HarshawutteredonewordandMiriamcluckedathimreprovingly.Headded,"Yes,Larry?"

           Thespeakeranswered,"There’sadamedownhereatthegatewhowantstoseeyou–andshe’sgotacorpsewithher."

           Harshawconsideredthisforamoment."Isshepretty?"hesaidtothemicrophone.

           "Uh?yes."

           "Thenwhyareyousuckingyourthumb?Letherin."Harshawsatback."Start,"hesaid."Citymontagedissolvingintoamediumtwo-shot,interior.Acopisseatedinastraightchair,nocap,collaropen,facecoveredwithsweat.Weseeonlythebackoftheotherfigure,whichisdepthedbetweenusandthecop.Thefigureraisesahand,bringingitbackandalmostoutofthetank.Heslapsthecopwithaheavy,meatysound,dubbed."Harshawglancedupandsaid,"We’llpickupfromthere."Agroundcarwasrollingupthehilltowardthehouse.

           Jillwasdrivingthecar;ayoungmanwasseatedbesideher.AsthecarstoppednearHarshawthemanjumpedoutatonce,asifhappytodivorcehimselffromcarandcontents."Theresheis,Jubal."

           "SoIsee.Goodmorning,littlegirl.Larry,whereisthiscorpse?"

           "Inthebackseat,Boss.Underablanket."