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"
Just
what
do
you
mean
by
that
,
Ethan
?
"
"
I
mean
we
’
ve
got
so
many
laws
you
can
’
t
breathe
without
breaking
something
.
"
"
That
’
s
the
truth
.
Gets
so
you
don
’
t
really
know
.
"
"
I
was
going
to
ask
you
,
Chief
—
cleaning
up
,
I
found
an
old
revolver
,
all
dirty
and
rusty
.
Marullo
says
it
’
s
not
his
,
and
it
sure
isn
’
t
mine
.
What
do
I
do
with
it
?
"
"
Turn
it
over
to
me
,
if
you
don
’
t
want
to
apply
for
a
license
.
"
"
I
’
ll
bring
it
down
from
home
tomorrow
.
I
stuck
it
in
a
can
of
oil
.
What
do
you
do
with
things
like
that
,
Stoney
?
"
"
Oh
,
check
to
see
if
they
’
re
hot
and
then
throw
them
in
the
ocean
.
"
He
seemed
to
be
feeling
better
,
but
it
had
been
a
long
,
hot
day
.
I
couldn
’
t
let
him
be
.
"
Remember
a
couple
of
years
ago
there
was
a
case
somewhere
upstate
?
Police
were
selling
confiscated
guns
.
"
Stoney
smiled
the
sweet
smile
of
an
alligator
and
with
the
same
gay
innocence
.
"
I
had
one
hell
of
a
week
,
Eth
.
One
hell
of
a
week
.
If
you
’
re
going
about
needling
me
,
why
,
don
’
t
do
it
,
because
I
’
ve
had
one
hell
of
a
week
.
"
