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He
moved
close
to
me
.
"
What
kind
of
trouble
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
exactly
,
sir
.
I
think
it
might
be
illegal
entry
.
"
"
How
do
you
know
?
"
"
He
told
me
—
not
in
so
many
words
.
You
know
how
he
is
.
"
I
could
almost
see
his
mind
leaping
about
,
picking
up
pieces
and
fitting
them
together
.
"
Go
on
,
"
he
said
.
"
That
’
s
deportation
.
"
"
I
’
m
afraid
so
.
He
’
s
been
good
to
me
,
Mr
.
Baker
.
I
wouldn
’
t
do
anything
to
hurt
him
.
"
"
You
owe
yourself
something
,
Ethan
.
What
was
his
proposition
?
"
"
It
’
s
not
merely
a
proposition
.
I
had
to
put
it
together
out
of
a
lot
of
excited
gobbledegook
.
But
I
gathered
that
if
I
had
a
quick
five
thousand
in
cash
,
I
could
own
the
store
.
"
"
That
sounds
as
if
he
’
s
going
to
run
for
it
—
but
you
don
’
t
know
that
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
anything
really
.
"
