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About a half-mile from Gresham's he caught an advancing gleam of white on the highway ahead of him and pulled to the side of the road, waiting until the State Police car drew up and stopped. In it were Mick McKenna, Aarvo Kavaalen, and a third man, a Nordic type, in an untidy brown suit. "Hi, Jeff," McKenna greeted him, as Rand got out of his car and came across the road.
"And then you'll have another nice, clear case of self-defense." McKenna frowned. "Goddammit, Jeff, you've had to defend yourself too many times, already. This'll be well, how many will it be?" "Counting Germans?" Rand grinned. "Hell, I don't know; I can't remember all of them." "One thing," Kavaalen said solemnly, "you never hear of any lawyers springing people out of cemeteries on writs."
You either," he barked at Kavaalen, winking at him at the same time. Silence fell with a heavy thump in the car. "Well, now that the international crisis seems to have been averted, how's about letting me in on it, too?" Rand asked. "For instance, what about Gresham? What's he supposed to be a suspect for?" "Ah, Olsen suspects him of chopping Rivers up," McKenna replied wearily.
"Want to bet it hasn't been wiped clean, too?" "Huh-unh." Rand smiled slightly. "Even the tiny tots wipe off the cookie-jar, after they've raided it," he said. A flash-bulb lit the front of the shop briefly. Corporal Kavaalen said something to the others. McKenna picked up the card Rand had found by the edges and looked at it. "What in hell's this all about, Jeff?" he asked.
Rand turned, to find that Farnsworth had left the press conference in front and crepe-soled up on him from behind. "I withheld a theory, which seems to have come to nothing," he replied. Kavaalen told the D.A. who Rand was. "He's cooperating with us," he added. "Sergeant McKenna instructed us to give him every consideration."
The State Police car had pulled up in front of a large three-story frame house with faded and discolored paint and jigsaw scrollwork around the cornices, standing among a clump of trees beside the road. McKenna and Kavaalen got out, with Walters between them, and started up the path to the front steps. Ritter stopped behind the white sedan, and he and Rand got out.
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