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"
Probably
the
battery
,
"
said
the
man
.
"
People
forget
those
things
only
last
three
,
maybe
four
years
.
It
’
s
not
like
they
cost
a
fortune
.
"
"
Tell
me
about
it
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
Hang
in
there
,
big
guy
,
"
said
the
manager
,
and
he
went
back
into
the
supermarket
.
The
snow
had
turned
the
street
scene
into
the
interior
of
a
snowglobe
,
perfect
in
all
its
details
.
Shadow
watched
,
impressed
.
Unable
to
hear
the
conversations
across
the
street
,
he
felt
it
was
like
watching
a
fine
silent
movie
performance
,
all
pantomime
and
expression
:
the
old
security
guard
was
gruff
,
earnest
—
a
little
bumbling
perhaps
,
but
enormously
well
-
meaning
.
Everyone
who
gave
him
their
money
walked
away
a
little
happier
from
having
met
him
.
And
then
the
cops
drew
up
outside
the
bank
,
and
Shadow
’
s
heart
sank
.
Wednesday
tipped
his
cap
to
them
and
ambled
over
to
the
police
car
.
He
said
his
hellos
and
shook
hands
through
the
open
window
,
and
nodded
,
then
hunted
through
his
pockets
until
he
found
a
business
card
and
a
letter
,
and
passed
them
through
the
window
of
the
car
.
Then
he
sipped
his
coffee
.
The
telephone
rang
.
Shadow
picked
up
the
hand
piece
and
did
his
best
to
sound
bored
.
"
A1
Security
Services
,
"
he
said
.
"
Can
I
speak
to
A
.
Haddock
?
"
asked
the
cop
across
the
street
.
"
This
is
Andy
Haddock
speaking
,
"
said
Shadow
.
