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"
How
long
have
you
been
working
for
Cargo
,
sir
?
"
asked
one
.
"
I
don
’
t
know
what
that
is
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
He
calls
himself
Wednesday
.
Grimm
.
Olfather
.
Old
guy
.
You
’
ve
been
seen
with
him
,
sir
.
"
"
I
’
ve
been
working
for
him
for
three
days
.
"
"
Don
’
t
lie
to
us
,
sir
,
"
said
the
spook
with
the
glasses
.
"
Okay
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
I
won
’
t
.
But
it
’
s
still
three
days
.
"
The
clean
-
jawed
spook
reached
down
and
twisted
Shadow
’
s
ear
between
finger
and
thumb
.
He
squeezed
as
he
twisted
.
The
pain
was
intense
.
"
We
told
you
not
to
lie
to
us
,
sir
,
"
he
said
,
mildly
.
Then
he
let
go
.
Each
of
the
spooks
had
a
gun
-
bulge
under
his
jacket
.
Shadow
did
not
hit
the
man
back
.
He
pretended
he
was
back
in
prison
.
Do
your
own
time
,
thought
Shadow
.
Don
’
t
tell
them
anything
they
don
’
t
know
already
.
Don
’
t
ask
questions
.
"
These
are
dangerous
people
you
’
re
palling
around
with
,
sir
,
"
said
the
spook
with
glasses
.
"
You
will
be
doing
your
country
a
service
by
turning
state
’
s
evidence
.
"
He
smiled
,
sympathetically
:
I
’
m
the
good
cop
,
said
the
smile
.
