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"
Anyway
,
I
went
on
up
to
Purdom
County
to
check
Wharton
's
court
records
--
all
we
had
here
were
the
reports
on
the
murders
that
got
him
to
the
Green
Mile
.
The
end
of
his
career
,
in
other
words
.
I
wanted
the
beginning
.
"
"
Lot
of
trouble
?
"
Brutal
asked
.
"
Yeah
.
Vandalism
,
petty
theft
,
setting
haystack
fires
,
even
theft
of
an
explosive
--
he
and
a
friend
swiped
a
stick
of
dynamite
and
set
it
off
down
by
a
creek
.
He
got
going
early
,
ten
years
old
,
but
what
I
wanted
was
n't
there
.
Then
the
Sheriff
turned
up
to
see
who
I
was
and
what
I
was
doing
,
and
that
was
actually
lucky
.
I
fibbed
,
told
him
that
a
cell-search
had
turned
up
a
bunch
of
pictures
in
Wharton
's
mattress
--
little
girls
with
no
clothes
on
.
I
said
I
'd
wanted
to
see
if
Wharton
had
any
kind
of
history
as
a
pederast
,
because
there
were
a
couple
of
unsolved
cases
up
in
Tennessee
that
I
'd
heard
about
.
I
was
careful
never
to
mention
the
Detterick
twins
.
I
do
n't
think
they
crossed
his
mind
,
either
.
"
"
Course
not
,
"
Harry
said
.
"
Why
would
they
have
?
That
case
is
solved
,
after
all
.
"
"
I
said
I
guessed
there
was
no
sense
chasing
the
idea
,
since
there
was
nothing
in
Wharton
's
back
file
.
I
mean
,
there
was
plenty
in
the
file
,
but
none
of
it
about
that
sort
of
thing
.
Then
the
Sheriff
--
Catlett
,
his
name
is
--
laughed
and
said
not
everything
a
bad
apple
like
Bill
Wharton
did
was
in
the
court
files
,
and
what
did
it
matter
,
anyway
?
He
was
dead
,
was
n't
he
?
"
I
said
I
was
doing
it
just
to
satisfy
my
own
curiosity
,
nothing
else
,
and
that
relaxed
him
.
He
took
me
back
to
his
office
,
sat
me
down
,
gave
me
a
cup
of
coffee
and
a
sinker
,
and
told
me
that
sixteen
months
ago
,
when
Wharton
was
barely
eighteen
,
a
man
in
the
western
part
of
the
county
caught
him
in
the
barn
with
his
daughter
.
It
was
n't
rape
,
exactly
;
the
fellow
described
it
to
Catlett
as
"
not
much
more
'n
stinkfinger
.
"
Sorry
,
honey
.
"
"
That
's
all
right
,
"
Janice
said
.
She
looked
pale
,
though
.
"
How
old
was
the
girl
?
"
Brutal
asked
.
"
Nine
,
"
I
said
.
