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Shadow
put
out
a
hand
,
touched
Mulligan
on
the
arm
.
"
Hinzelmann
owned
this
town
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
don
’
t
think
you
had
a
lot
of
choice
about
what
happened
back
there
.
I
think
he
brought
you
there
.
He
wanted
you
to
hear
what
you
heard
.
He
set
you
up
.
I
guess
it
was
the
only
way
he
could
leave
.
"
Mulligan
’
s
miserable
expression
did
not
change
.
Shadow
could
see
that
the
police
chief
had
barely
heard
anything
that
he
had
said
.
He
had
killed
Hinzelmann
and
built
him
a
pyre
,
and
now
,
obeying
the
last
of
Hinzelmann
’
s
desires
,
or
simply
because
it
was
the
only
thing
he
could
do
to
live
with
himself
,
he
would
commit
suicide
.
Shadow
closed
his
eyes
,
remembering
the
place
in
his
head
that
he
had
gone
when
Wednesday
had
told
him
to
make
snow
:
that
place
that
pushed
,
mind
to
mind
,
and
he
smiled
a
smile
he
did
not
feel
and
he
said
,
"
Chad
.
Let
it
go
.
"
There
was
a
cloud
in
the
man
’
s
mind
,
a
dark
,
oppressive
cloud
,
and
Shadow
could
almost
see
it
and
,
concentrating
on
it
,
imagined
it
fading
away
like
a
fog
in
the
morning
.
"
Chad
,
"
he
said
,
fiercely
,
trying
to
penetrate
the
cloud
,
"
this
town
is
going
to
change
now
.
It
’
s
not
going
to
be
the
only
good
town
in
a
depressed
region
any
more
.
It
’
s
going
to
be
a
lot
more
like
the
rest
of
this
part
of
the
world
.
There
’
s
going
to
be
a
lot
more
trouble
.
People
out
of
work
.
People
out
of
their
heads
.
More
people
getting
hurt
.
More
bad
shit
going
down
.
They
are
going
to
need
a
police
chief
with
experience
.
The
town
needs
you
.
"
And
then
he
said
,
"
Marguerite
needs
you
.
"
Something
shifted
in
the
storm
cloud
that
filled
the
man
’
s
head
.
Shadow
could
feel
it
change
.
He
pushed
then
,
envisioning
Marguerite
Olsen
’
s
practical
brown
hands
and
her
dark
eyes
,
and
her
long
,
long
black
hair
.
He
pictured
the
way
she
tipped
her
head
on
one
side
and
half
-
smiled
when
she
was
amused
.
"
She
’
s
waiting
for
you
,
"
said
Shadow
,
and
he
knew
it
was
true
as
he
said
it
.
"
Margie
?
"
said
Chad
Mulligan
.
And
at
that
moment
,
although
he
could
never
tell
you
how
he
had
done
it
,
and
he
doubted
that
he
could
ever
do
it
again
,
Shadow
reached
in
to
Chad
Mulligan
’
s
mind
,
easy
as
anything
,
and
he
plucked
the
events
of
that
afternoon
from
it
as
precisely
and
dispassionately
as
a
raven
picking
an
eye
from
roadkill
.
The
creases
in
Chad
’
s
forehead
smoothed
,
and
he
blinked
,
sleepily
.
"
Go
see
Margie
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
It
’
s
been
good
seeing
you
,
Chad
.
Take
care
of
yourself
.
"
"
Sure
,
"
yawned
Chad
Mulligan
.
A
message
crackled
over
the
police
radio
,
and
Chad
reached
out
for
the
handset
.
Shadow
got
out
of
the
car
.
