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Chapter 9
Thelittlemanpuffedathim."WhatdoIwantwithabodyguard?I’mthecoroner.Where’sthatcorpse?"
"Inthebigtentoverthere.It’sallreadyforyou."
"Well,whydidn’tyousayso?"Hewentpuffingawaylikeasmallengine.
Macsighed."ThankGodwedon’thavemanylikehimtofight,"hesaid."Thatlittleguy’sgotguts.Cameoutallalone.He’skindoflikeJoy,himself."Theywalkedontowardthestoves.Twomenpassed,carryingthebodyofJoybetweenthem,andthecoronerwalkedfussilyalongbehind.
Menwerewalkingawayfromthestoveswithpiecesofgreasyfriedporkintheirhands.Theywipedtheirlipswiththeirsleeves.Thetopsofthestoveswerecoveredwithlittleslabsofhissingmeat."God,thatsmellsgood,"saidMac."Let’sgetsome.I’mhungryashell."Thecookshandedoutill-cut,half-cookedpiecesofporktothem,andtheystrolledaway,gnawingatthesoftmeat."Onlyeattheoutside,"Macsaid."Docshouldn’tletthemeneatrawpork.They’llallbesick."
"Theygottoohungrytowait,"saidJim.
