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Mulligan
said
,
"
It
’
s
a
bad
day
for
a
cop
when
he
has
to
commit
arson
,
just
to
cover
up
a
murder
.
"
Then
he
looked
up
at
Shadow
.
"
You
need
boots
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
don
’
t
know
where
he
put
them
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
Hell
,
"
said
Mulligan
.
Then
he
said
,
"
Sorry
about
this
,
Hinzelmann
,
"
and
he
picked
the
old
man
up
by
the
collar
and
by
the
belt
buckle
,
and
he
swung
him
forward
,
dropped
the
body
with
its
head
resting
in
the
open
fireplace
.
The
white
hair
crackled
and
flared
,
and
the
room
began
to
fill
with
the
smell
of
charring
flesh
.
"
It
wasn
’
t
murder
.
It
was
self
-
defense
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
I
know
what
it
was
,
"
said
Mulligan
,
flatly
.
He
had
already
turned
his
attention
to
the
smoking
logs
he
had
scattered
about
the
room
.
He
pushed
one
of
them
to
the
edge
of
the
sofa
,
picked
up
an
old
copy
of
the
Lakeside
News
and
pulled
it
into
its
component
pages
,
which
he
crumpled
up
and
dropped
onto
the
log
.
The
newspaper
pages
browned
and
then
burst
into
flame
.
"
Get
outside
,
"
said
Chad
Mulligan
.
He
opened
the
windows
as
they
walked
out
of
the
house
,
and
he
sprang
the
lock
on
the
front
door
to
lock
it
before
he
closed
it
.
Shadow
followed
him
out
to
the
police
car
in
his
bare
feet
.
Mulligan
opened
the
front
passenger
door
for
him
,
and
Shadow
got
in
and
wiped
his
feet
off
on
the
mat
.
Then
he
put
on
his
socks
,
which
were
pretty
much
dry
by
now
.
"
We
can
get
you
some
boots
at
Henning
’
s
Farm
and
Home
,
"
said
Chad
Mulligan
.
