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Cats
,
maybe
.
You
remember
any
scars
or
marks
on
him
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
want
to
look
at
him
,
Chief
.
"
"
Well
,
who
does
?
How
about
scars
?
"
"
I
remember
a
barb
-
wire
cut
above
the
knee
on
his
left
leg
,
and
—
and
"
—
I
rolled
up
my
sleeve
—
"
a
heart
just
like
this
tattooed
.
We
did
it
together
when
we
were
kids
.
Cut
in
with
a
razor
blade
and
rubbed
ink
in
.
It
’
s
still
pretty
clear
,
see
?
"
"
Well
—
that
may
do
it
.
Anything
else
?
"
"
Yes
—
big
scar
under
his
left
arm
,
piece
of
the
rib
cut
out
.
He
had
pleural
pneumonia
before
the
new
drugs
and
they
put
in
a
drain
.
"
"
Well
,
of
course
if
there
was
a
rib
cut
,
that
’
ll
do
it
.
I
won
’
t
even
have
to
go
back
myself
.
Let
the
coroner
get
off
his
ass
.
You
’
ll
have
to
swear
to
those
marks
if
it
’
s
him
.
"
"
Okay
.
But
don
’
t
make
me
look
at
him
,
Stoney
.
He
was
—
you
know
—
he
was
my
friend
.
"
"
Sure
,
Eth
.
Say
is
there
anything
in
what
I
hear
about
you
running
for
Town
Manager
?
"
"
It
’
s
news
to
me
.
Chief
—
could
you
stay
here
two
minutes
—
"
