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"
Yeah
?
"
Shadow
flipped
through
the
book
until
he
found
the
portrait
of
the
town
council
,
and
he
pointed
to
the
man
called
Mulligan
.
Chad
chuckled
.
"
If
that
don
’
t
beat
all
,
"
he
said
.
Minutes
passed
,
and
hours
,
in
that
room
.
Shadow
read
two
of
the
Sports
Illustrateds
and
he
started
the
Newsweek
.
From
time
to
time
Chad
would
come
through
,
checking
to
see
if
Shadow
needed
to
use
the
restroom
,
once
to
offer
him
a
ham
roll
and
a
small
packet
of
potato
chips
.
"
Thanks
,
"
said
Shadow
,
taking
them
.
"
Am
I
under
arrest
?
"
Chad
sucked
the
air
between
his
teeth
.
"
Well
,
"
he
said
,
"
we
’
ll
know
pretty
soon
.
It
doesn
’
t
look
like
you
came
by
the
name
Mike
Ainsel
legally
.
On
the
other
hand
,
you
can
call
yourself
whatever
you
want
in
this
state
,
if
it
’
s
not
for
fraudulent
purposes
.
You
just
hang
loose
.
"
"
Can
I
make
a
phone
call
?
"
"
Is
it
a
local
call
?
"
"
Long
-
distance
.
"
"
It
’
ll
save
money
if
I
put
it
on
my
calling
card
,
otherwise
you
’
ll
just
be
feeding
ten
bucks
’
worth
of
quarters
into
that
thing
in
the
hall
.
"
