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Hinzelmann
sighed
.
He
bent
down
,
as
if
resigned
,
and
he
pulled
the
poker
out
from
the
fire
.
The
tip
of
it
was
burning
bright
orange
.
"
Put
that
down
,
Hinzelmann
.
Just
put
it
down
slowly
,
keep
your
hands
in
the
air
where
I
can
see
them
,
and
turn
and
face
the
wall
.
"
There
was
an
expression
of
pure
fear
on
the
old
man
’
s
face
,
and
Shadow
would
have
felt
sorry
for
him
,
but
he
remembered
the
frozen
tears
on
the
cheeks
of
Alison
McGovern
,
and
could
not
feel
anything
.
Hinzelmann
did
not
move
.
He
did
not
put
down
the
poker
.
He
did
not
turn
to
the
wall
.
Shadow
was
about
to
reach
for
Hinzelmann
,
to
try
to
take
the
poker
away
from
him
,
when
the
old
man
threw
the
burning
poker
at
Chad
Mulligan
.
Hinzelmann
threw
it
awkwardly
,
lobbing
it
across
the
room
as
if
for
form
’
s
sake
,
and
as
he
threw
it
he
was
already
hurrying
for
the
door
.
The
poker
glanced
off
Chad
’
s
left
arm
.
The
noise
of
the
shot
,
in
the
close
quarters
of
the
old
man
’
s
room
,
was
deafening
.
One
shot
to
the
head
,
and
that
was
all
.
Mulligan
said
,
"
Better
get
your
clothes
on
.
"
His
voice
was
dull
and
dead
.
Shadow
nodded
.
He
walked
to
the
room
next
door
,
opened
the
door
of
the
clothes
dryer
and
pulled
out
his
clothes
.
The
jeans
were
still
damp
.
He
put
them
on
anyway
.
By
the
time
he
got
back
to
the
den
,
fully
dressed
—
except
for
his
coat
,
which
was
somewhere
deep
in
the
freezing
mud
of
the
lake
,
and
his
boots
,
which
he
could
not
find
—
Mulligan
had
already
hauled
several
smoldering
logs
out
from
the
fireplace
.
