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"
No
,
sir
,
"
Hallorann
said
,
and
let
his
voice
drop
to
a
lower
,
huskier
note
.
"
Jana
,
she
’
s
been
livin
with
this
truck
driver
.
A
white
man
.
He
shot
my
boy
.
He
’
s
in
a
hospital
in
Denver
,
Colorado
.
Critical
condition
.
"
"
How
in
hell
did
you
find
out
?
I
thought
you
were
buying
vegetables
.
"
"
Yes
,
sir
,
I
was
.
"
He
had
stopped
at
the
Western
Union
office
just
before
coming
here
to
reserve
an
Avis
car
at
Stapleton
Airport
.
Before
leaving
he
had
swiped
a
Western
Union
flimsy
.
Now
he
took
the
folded
and
crumpled
blank
form
from
his
pocket
and
flashed
it
before
Queems
’
s
bloodshot
eyes
.
He
put
it
back
in
his
pocket
and
,
allowing
his
voice
to
drop
another
notch
,
said
:
"
Jana
sent
it
.
It
was
waitin
in
my
letterbox
when
I
got
back
just
now
.
"
"
Jesus
.
Jesus
Christ
,
"
Queems
said
.
There
was
a
peculiar
tight
expression
of
concern
on
his
face
,
one
Hallorann
was
familiar
with
.
It
was
as
close
to
an
expression
of
sympathy
as
a
white
man
who
thought
of
himself
as
"
good
with
the
coloreds
"
could
get
when
the
object
was
a
black
man
or
his
mythical
black
son
.
"
Yeah
,
okay
,
you
get
going
,
"
Queems
said
.
"
Baedecker
can
take
over
for
three
days
,
I
guess
.
The
potboy
can
help
out
.
"
Hallorann
nodded
,
letting
his
face
get
longer
still
,
but
the
thought
of
the
potboy
helping
out
Baedecker
made
him
grin
inside
.
Even
on
a
good
day
Hallorann
doubted
if
the
potboy
could
hit
the
urinal
on
the
first
squirt
.
"
I
want
to
rebate
back
this
week
’
s
pay
,
"
Hallorann
said
.
"
The
whole
thing
.
I
know
what
a
bind
this
puttin
you
in
,
Mr
.
Queems
,
sir
.
"
Queems
’
s
expression
got
tighter
still
it
looked
as
if
he
might
have
a
fishbone
caught
in
his
throat
.
"
We
can
talk
about
that
later
.
You
go
on
and
pack
.
I
’
ll
talk
to
Baedecker
.
Want
me
to
make
you
a
plane
reservation
?
"
"
No
,
sir
,
I
’
ll
do
it
.
"
"
All
right
.
"
Queems
stood
up
,
leaned
sincerely
forward
,
and
inhaled
a
raft
of
ascending
smoke
from
his
Kent
.
He
coughed
heartily
,
his
thin
white
face
turning
red
.
Hallorann
struggled
hard
to
keep
his
somber
expression
.
"
I
hope
everything
turns
out
,
Dick
.
Call
when
you
get
word
.
"
