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"
No
,
"
Mike
said
.
"
No
,
I
do
n't
think
anyone
will
restrain
you
.
I
whispered
in
Billy
's
ear
.
He
looked
at
me
,
startled
and
questioning
.
"
Go
on
,
now
,
"
I
said
.
"
Be
quick
.
"
He
went
.
Norton
ran
his
hands
through
his
hair
,
a
gesture
as
calculated
as
any
ever
made
by
a
Broadway
actor
.
I
had
liked
him
better
pulling
the
cord
of
his
chainsaw
fruitlessly
,
cussing
and
thinking
himself
unobserved
.
I
could
not
tell
then
and
do
not
know
any
better
now
if
he
believed
in
what
he
was
doing
or
not
.
I
think
,
down
deep
,
that
he
knew
what
was
going
to
happen
.
I
think
that
the
logic
he
had
paid
lip
service
to
all
his
life
turned
on
him
at
the
end
like
a
tiger
that
has
gone
bad
and
mean
.
He
looked
around
restlessly
,
seeming
to
wish
that
there
was
more
to
say
.
Then
he
led
his
four
followers
through
one
of
the
checkout
lanes
.
In
addition
to
the
elderly
woman
,
there
was
a
chubby
boy
of
about
twelve
,
a
young
girl
,
and
a
man
in
blue
jeans
wearing
a
golf
cap
tipped
back
on
his
head
.
Norton
's
eyes
caught
mine
,
widened
a
little
,
and
then
started
to
swing
away
.
"
Brent
,
wait
a
minute
,
"
I
said
.
"
I
do
n't
want
to
discuss
it
any
further
.
Certainly
not
with
you
.
"
I
know
you
do
n't
.
I
just
want
to
ask
a
favor
.
"
I
looked
around
and
saw
Billy
coming
back
toward
the
checkouts
at
a
run
.
"
What
's
that
?
"
Norton
asked
suspiciously
as
Billy
came
up
and
handed
me
a
package
done
up
in
cellophane
.
