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"
So
you
sure
there
’
s
nothing
you
want
to
tell
me
?
"
"
Nope
.
Nothing
to
say
.
"
They
were
silent
for
the
rest
of
the
drive
to
the
Lakeside
police
offices
.
The
building
,
Chad
said
,
as
they
pulled
up
outside
it
,
actually
belonged
to
the
county
sheriff
’
s
department
.
The
local
police
had
a
few
rooms
in
there
.
Pretty
soon
the
county
would
build
something
modern
.
For
now
they
had
to
make
do
with
what
they
had
.
They
walked
inside
.
"
Should
I
call
a
lawyer
?
"
asked
Shadow
.
"
You
aren
’
t
accused
of
anything
,
"
said
Mulligan
.
"
Up
to
you
.
"
They
pushed
through
some
swing
doors
.
"
Take
a
seat
over
there
.
"
Shadow
took
a
seat
on
the
wooden
chair
with
cigarette
burns
on
the
side
.
He
felt
stupid
and
numb
.
There
was
a
small
poster
on
the
notice
board
,
beside
a
large
NO
SMOKING
sign
:
ENDANGERED
MISSING
it
said
.
The
photograph
was
Alison
McGovern
’
s
.
There
was
a
wooden
table
,
with
old
copies
of
Sports
Illustrated
and
Newsweek
on
it
,
with
the
place
on
the
cover
where
an
address
label
had
been
pasted
cut
neatly
away
.
The
light
was
bad
.
The
paint
on
the
wall
was
yellow
,
but
it
might
once
have
been
white
.
After
ten
minutes
Chad
brought
him
a
watery
cup
of
vending
machine
hot
chocolate
.
"
What
’
s
in
the
bag
?
"
he
asked
.
And
it
was
only
then
that
Shadow
realized
he
was
still
holding
the
plastic
bag
containing
the
Minutes
of
the
Lakeside
City
Council
.
"
Old
book
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
Your
grandfather
’
s
picture
’
s
in
here
.
Or
great
-
grandfather
maybe
.
"
