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Shadow
wondered
idly
what
she
’
d
look
like
in
ten
years
’
time
.
Probably
as
beautiful
as
the
girl
at
the
Henning
’
s
Farm
and
Home
checkout
counter
,
who
scanned
in
his
purchases
with
a
chattering
hand
-
held
gun
,
capable
,
Shadow
had
no
doubt
,
of
ringing
up
a
tractor
if
someone
drove
it
through
.
"
Ten
pairs
of
long
underwear
?
"
said
the
girl
.
"
Stocking
up
,
huh
?
"
She
looked
like
a
movie
starlet
.
Shadow
felt
fourteen
again
,
and
tongue
-
tied
and
foolish
.
He
said
nothing
while
she
rang
up
the
thermal
boots
,
the
gloves
,
the
sweaters
,
and
the
goose
-
down
-
filled
coat
.
He
had
no
wish
to
put
the
credit
card
that
Wednesday
had
given
him
to
the
test
,
not
with
Chief
of
Police
Mulligan
standing
helpfully
beside
him
,
so
he
paid
for
everything
in
cash
.
Then
he
took
his
bags
into
the
men
’
s
restroom
,
and
came
out
wearing
many
of
his
purchases
.
"
Looking
good
,
big
fella
,
"
said
Mulligan
.
"
At
least
I
’
m
warm
,
"
said
Shadow
,
and
outside
,
in
the
parking
lot
,
although
the
wind
burned
cold
on
the
skin
of
his
face
,
the
rest
of
him
was
warm
enough
.
At
Mulligan
’
s
invitation
,
he
put
his
shopping
bags
in
the
back
of
the
police
car
,
and
rode
in
the
passenger
seat
,
in
the
front
.
"
So
,
what
do
you
do
,
Mister
Ainsel
?
"
asked
the
chief
of
police
.
"
Big
guy
like
you
.
What
’
s
your
profession
,
and
will
you
be
practicing
it
in
Lakeside
?
"
Shadow
’
s
heart
began
to
pound
,
but
his
voice
was
steady
.
"
I
work
for
my
uncle
.
He
buys
and
sells
stuff
all
over
the
country
.
I
just
do
the
heavy
lifting
.
"
