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"
When
I
came
up
here
two
or
three
years
ago
to
stay
with
Mags
.
It
was
me
that
persuaded
him
to
paint
it
purple
.
"
"
Oh
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
It
’
s
good
to
have
someone
to
blame
.
"
He
drove
the
car
out
onto
the
street
.
Got
out
and
closed
the
garage
door
.
Got
back
into
the
car
.
Sam
was
looking
at
him
oddly
as
he
got
in
,
as
if
the
confidence
had
begun
to
leak
out
of
her
.
He
put
on
his
seatbelt
,
and
she
said
,
"
I
’
m
scared
.
This
was
a
stupid
thing
to
do
,
wasn
’
t
it
?
Getting
into
a
car
with
a
psycho
-
killer
.
"
"
I
got
you
safe
home
last
time
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
You
killed
two
men
,
"
she
said
.
"
You
’
re
wanted
by
the
Feds
.
And
now
I
find
out
you
’
re
living
under
an
assumed
name
next
door
to
my
sister
.
Unless
Mike
Ainsel
is
your
real
name
?
"
"
No
,
"
said
Shadow
,
and
he
sighed
.
"
It
’
s
not
.
"
He
hated
saying
it
.
It
was
if
he
was
letting
go
of
something
important
,
abandoning
Mike
Ainsel
by
denying
him
,
as
if
he
were
taking
his
leave
of
a
friend
.
"
Did
you
kill
those
men
?
"
"
No
.
"
"
They
came
to
my
house
,
and
said
we
’
d
been
seen
together
.
And
this
guy
showed
me
photographs
of
you
.
What
was
his
name
—
Mister
Hat
?
No
.
Mister
Town
.
That
was
him
.
It
was
like
The
Fugitive
.
But
I
said
I
hadn
’
t
seen
you
.
"
"
Thank
you
.
"
