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           Hisvoicewasdeep,andcultured:thevoiceofamanwhocouldaseasilyorganizeapressbriefingasamassacre."You’llhavetotakeitupwiththeappropriateauthorities,sir.Ourjobissimplytobringhimin."

           Chadmadeasourface.HeturnedtoShadow."Okay,"saidChad."Throughthatdoorandintothesallyport."

           "What?"

           "Outthere.Wherethecaris."

           Lizunlockedthedoors."Youmakesurethatorangeuniformcomesrightbackhere,"shesaidtothedeputy."ThelastfelonwesentdowntoLafayette,weneversawtheuniformagain.Theycostthecountymoney."TheywalkedShadowouttothesallyport,whereacarwaswaiting.Itwasn’tasheriff’s-departmentcar.Itwasablacktowncar.Anotherdeputy,agrizzledwhiteguywithamoustache,stoodbythecar,smokingacigarette.Hecrusheditoutunderfootastheycameclose,andopenedthebackdoorforShadow.

           Shadowsatdown,awkwardly,hismovementshamperedbythecuffsandthehobble.Therewasnogrillebetweenthebackandthefrontofthecar.

           Thetwodeputiesclimbedintothefrontofthecar.Theblackdeputystartedthemotor.Theywaitedforthesallyportdoortoopen.

           "Comeon,comeon,"saidtheblackdeputy,hisfingersdrummingagainstthesteeringwheel.

           ChadMulligantappedonthesidewindow.Thewhitedeputyglancedatthedriver,thenheloweredthewindow."Thisiswrong,"saidChad.