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"
Yes
,
sir
.
"
"
You
hang
on
to
it
,
"
said
Andy
Haddock
.
"
You
call
me
.
"
The
police
car
drove
off
,
and
Wednesday
shuffled
back
through
the
snow
to
deal
with
the
small
line
of
people
who
were
waiting
to
give
him
their
money
.
"
She
okay
?
"
asked
the
manager
,
putting
his
head
around
the
door
.
"
Your
girlfriend
?
"
"
It
was
the
battery
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
Now
I
just
got
to
wait
.
"
"
Women
,
"
said
the
manager
.
"
I
hope
yours
is
worth
waiting
for
.
"
Winter
darkness
descended
,
the
afternoon
slowly
graying
into
night
.
Lights
went
on
.
More
people
gave
Wednesday
their
money
.
Suddenly
,
as
if
at
some
signal
Shadow
could
not
see
,
Wednesday
walked
over
to
the
wall
,
removed
the
OUT
OF
ORDER
signs
,
and
trudged
across
the
slushy
road
,
heading
for
the
car
park
.
Shadow
waited
a
minute
,
then
followed
him
.
Wednesday
was
sitting
in
the
back
of
the
car
.
He
had
opened
the
metal
case
and
was
methodically
laying
everything
he
had
been
given
out
on
the
back
seat
in
neat
piles
.
"
Drive
,
"
he
said
.
"
We
’
re
heading
for
the
First
Illinois
Bank
over
on
State
Street
.
"
"
Repeat
performance
?
"
asked
Shadow
.
"
Isn
’
t
that
kind
of
pushing
your
luck
?
"
