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Good
idea
,
O
Great
Swami
Louis
...
and
in
the
meantime
,
what
do
I
do
about
that
great
big
bundle
of
stuff
I
threw
over
the
wall
?
Pick
,
shovel
,
flashlight
...
you
might
as
well
stamp
GRAVE-ROBBING
EQUIPMENT
on
every
damn
piece
of
it
.
It
landed
in
the
bushes
.
Who
's
going
to
find
it
,
for
Chrissake
?
On
measure
that
made
sense
.
But
this
was
no
sensible
errand
he
was
on
,
and
his
heart
told
him
quietly
and
absolutely
that
he
could
n't
come
back
tomorrow
.
If
he
did
n't
do
it
tonight
,
he
would
never
do
it
.
He
would
never
be
able
to
screw
himself
up
to
this
crazy
pitch
again
.
This
was
the
moment
,
the
only
time
for
it
he
was
ever
going
to
have
.
There
were
fewer
houses
up
this
way
--
an
occasional
square
of
yellow
light
gleamed
on
the
other
side
of
the
street
,
and
once
he
saw
the
gray-blue
flicker
of
a
black-and-white
TV
--
and
looking
through
the
fence
he
saw
that
the
graves
were
older
here
,
more
rounded
,
sometimes
leaning
forward
or
backward
with
the
freezes
and
thaws
of
many
seasons
.
There
was
another
stop
sign
up
ahead
,
and
another
right
turn
would
put
him
on
a
street
roughly
parallel
to
Mason
Street
,
where
he
had
begun
.
And
when
he
got
back
to
the
beginning
,
what
did
he
do
?
Collect
two
hundred
dollars
and
go
around
again
?
Admit
defeat
?
Car
headlights
turned
down
the
street
.
Louis
stepped
behind
another
tree
,
waiting
for
it
to
pass
.
This
car
was
moving
very
slowly
,
and
after
a
moment
a
white
spotlight
stabbed
out
from
the
passenger
side
and
ran
flickering
along
the
wrought-iron
fence
.
His
heart
squeezed
painfully
in
his
chest
.
It
was
a
police
car
,
checking
the
cemetery
.
He
pressed
himself
tight
against
the
tree
,
the
rough
bark
against
his
cheek
,
hoping
madly
that
it
was
big
enough
to
shield
him
.
The
spotlight
ran
toward
him
.
Louis
put
his
head
down
,
trying
to
shield
the
white
blur
of
his
face
.
The
spotlight
reached
the
tree
,
disappeared
for
a
moment
,
and
then
reappeared
on
Louis
's
right
.
He
slipped
around
the
tree
a
little
.
He
had
a
momentary
glimpse
of
the
dark
bubbles
on
the
cruiser
's
roof
.
He
waited
for
the
taillights
to
flare
a
brighter
red
,
for
the
doors
to
open
,
for
the
spotlight
to
suddenly
turn
back
on
its
ball
joint
,
hunting
for
him
like
a
big
white
finger
.
Hey
you
!
You
behind
that
tree
!
Come
on
out
where
we
can
see
you
,
and
we
want
to
see
both
hands
empty
!
Come
out
NOW
!
The
police
car
kept
on
going
.
It
reached
the
corner
,
signaled
with
sedate
propriety
,
and
turned
left
.
Louis
collapsed
back
against
the
tree
,
breathing
fast
,
his
mouth
sour
and
dry
.
He
supposed
they
would
cruise
past
his
parked
Honda
,
but
that
did
n't
really
matter
.
Parking
from
6
P.M.
to
7
A.M.
was
legal
on
Mason
Street
.
There
were
plenty
of
other
cars
parked
along
it
.
Their
owners
would
belong
to
the
scattering
of
apartment
buildings
on
the
other
side
of
the
street
.
Louis
found
himself
glancing
up
at
the
tree
he
had
hidden
behind
.
Just
above
his
head
,
the
tree
forked
.
He
supposed
he
could
--
