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"
Would
that
be
the
job
at
the
Muscle
Farm
?
"
"
Maybe
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
Nope
.
You
don
’
t
.
Robbie
Burton
’
s
dead
.
Without
him
the
Muscle
Farm
’
s
dead
too
.
"
"
You
’
re
a
liar
.
"
"
Of
course
.
And
a
good
one
.
The
best
you
will
ever
meet
.
But
,
I
’
m
afraid
,
I
’
m
not
lying
to
you
about
this
.
"
He
reached
into
his
pocket
,
produced
a
folded
newspaper
,
and
handed
it
to
Shadow
.
"
Page
seven
,
"
he
said
.
"
Come
on
back
to
the
bar
.
You
can
read
it
at
the
table
.
"
Shadow
pushed
open
the
door
,
back
into
the
bar
.
The
air
was
blue
with
smoke
,
and
the
Dixie
Cups
were
on
the
jukebox
singing
"
Iko
Iko
.
"
Shadow
smiled
,
slightly
,
in
recognition
of
the
old
children
’
s
song
.
The
barman
pointed
to
a
table
in
the
corner
.
There
was
a
bowl
of
chili
and
a
burger
at
one
side
of
the
table
,
a
rare
steak
and
a
bowl
of
fries
laid
in
the
place
across
from
it
.
Look
at
my
king
all
dressed
in
red
,
Iko
Iko
all
day
,
I
bet
you
five
dollars
he
’
ll
kill
you
dead
,
