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I
clocked
in
that
night
--
in
many
ways
the
strangest
night
of
my
entire
life
--
at
twenty
past
six
.
I
thought
I
could
still
smell
the
faint
,
lingering
odor
of
burned
flesh
on
the
air
.
It
had
to
be
an
illusion
--
the
doors
to
the
outside
,
both
on
the
block
and
in
the
storage
room
,
had
been
open
most
of
the
day
,
and
the
previous
two
shifts
had
spent
hours
scrubbing
in
there
--
but
that
did
n't
change
what
my
nose
was
telling
me
,
and
I
did
n't
think
I
could
have
eaten
any
dinner
even
if
I
had
n't
been
scared
almost
to
death
about
the
evening
which
lay
ahead
.
Brutal
came
on
the
block
at
quarter
to
seven
,
Dean
at
ten
"
til
.
I
asked
Dean
if
he
would
go
over
to
the
infirmary
and
see
if
they
had
a
heating
pad
for
my
back
,
which
I
seemed
to
have
strained
that
early
morning
,
helping
to
carry
Delacroix
's
body
down
into
the
tunnel
.
Dean
said
he
'd
be
happy
to
.
I
believe
he
wanted
to
tip
me
a
wink
,
but
restrained
himself
.
Harry
clocked
on
at
three
minutes
to
seven
.
"
The
truck
?
"
I
asked
.
"
Where
we
talked
about
.
"
So
far
,
so
good
.
There
followed
a
little
passage
of
time
when
we
stood
by
the
duty
desk
,
drinking
coffee
and
studiously
not
mentioning
what
we
were
all
thinking
and
hoping
:
that
Percy
was
late
,
that
maybe
Percy
was
n't
going
to
show
up
at
all
.
Considering
the
hostile
reviews
he
'd
gotten
on
the
way
he
'd
handled
the
electrocution
,
that
seemed
at
least
possible
.
But
Percy
apparently
subscribed
to
that
old
axiom
about
how
you
should
get
right
back
on
the
horse
that
had
thrown
you
,
because
here
he
came
through
the
door
at
six
minutes
past
seven
,
resplendent
in
his
blue
uniform
,
with
his
sidearm
on
one
hip
and
his
hickory
stick
in
its
ridiculous
custom-made
holster
on
the
other
.
He
punched
his
time-card
,
then
looked
around
at
us
warily
(
except
for
Dean
,
who
had
n't
come
back
from
the
infirmary
yet
)
.
"
My
starter
busted
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
had
to
crank
.
"
"
Aw
,
"
Harry
said
,
"
po
"
baby
.
"
"
Should
have
stayed
home
and
got
the
cussed
thing
fixed
,
"
Brutal
said
blandly
.
"
We
would
n't
want
you
straining
your
arm
none
,
would
we
,
boys
?
"
"
Yeah
,
you
'd
like
that
,
would
n't
you
?
"
Percy
sneered
,
but
I
thought
he
seemed
reassured
by
the
relative
mildness
of
Brutal
's
response
.
That
was
good
.
For
the
next
few
hours
we
'd
have
to
walk
a
line
with
him
--
not
too
hostile
,
but
not
too
friendly
,
either
.
After
last
night
,
he
'd
find
anything
even
approaching
warmth
suspect
.
We
were
n't
going
to
get
him
with
his
guard
down
,
we
all
knew
that
,
but
I
thought
we
could
catch
him
with
it
a
long
piece
from
all
the
way
up
if
we
played
things
just
right
.
It
was
important
that
we
move
fast
,
but
it
was
also
important
--
to
me
,
at
least
--
that
nobody
be
hurt
.
Not
even
Percy
Wetmore
.
