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"
You
heard
about
Wednesday
?
"
said
the
driver
.
His
voice
sounded
different
,
now
,
older
,
and
familiar
.
"
He
’
s
dead
.
"
"
Yeah
.
I
know
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
I
saw
it
on
TV
.
"
"
Those
fuckers
,
"
said
the
white
officer
.
It
was
the
first
thing
he
had
said
,
and
his
voice
was
rough
and
accented
and
,
like
the
driver
’
s
,
it
was
a
voice
that
Shadow
knew
.
"
I
tell
you
,
they
are
fuckers
,
those
fuckers
.
"
"
Thanks
for
coming
to
get
me
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
Don
’
t
mention
it
,
"
said
the
driver
.
In
the
light
of
an
oncoming
car
his
face
already
looked
older
.
He
looked
smaller
,
too
.
The
last
time
Shadow
had
seen
him
he
had
been
wearing
lemon
-
yellow
gloves
and
a
check
jacket
.
"
We
were
in
Milwaukee
.
Still
had
to
drive
like
demons
when
Ibis
called
.
"
"
You
think
we
let
them
lock
you
up
and
send
you
to
the
chair
,
when
I
’
m
still
waiting
to
break
your
head
with
my
hammer
?
"
asked
the
white
deputy
gloomily
,
fumbling
in
his
pocket
for
a
pack
of
cigarettes
.
His
accent
was
east
European
.
"
The
real
shit
will
hit
the
fan
in
an
hour
or
less
,
"
said
Mr
.
Nancy
,
looking
more
like
himself
with
each
moment
,
"
when
they
really
turn
up
to
collect
you
.
We
’
ll
pull
over
before
we
get
to
Highway
53
and
get
you
out
of
those
shackles
and
back
into
your
own
clothes
.
"
Czernobog
held
up
a
handcuff
key
and
smiled
.
"
I
like
the
moustache
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
Suits
you
.
"
Czernobog
stroked
it
with
a
yellowed
finger
.
"
Thank
you
.
"
