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Updated: May 11, 2025
He didn't know why, but he knew he mustn't get drunk. At nine o'clock the needle on the dial climbed past seventy-five. Matesic asked for coverage. That meant that two patrolmen would be tied up, doing nothing but searching for an echo. And it might be a wild goose chase. He was explaining to the Captain, but the Captain wasn't listening. He was looking at the photographs in the deAngelis file.
"Watch it, Captain," said Matesic, "I'll get you on my board." "Get me on it, Hell," the Captain said, "I've never been off." The old man finished dressing. He knotted his tie and brushed off the front of his suit with his hand. He looked fine. He'd fool them, he looked just like anybody else. He crossed to the bureau and picked up the knife. It was still in the scabbard.
"You don't like this?" the Captain asked. Matesic said he didn't like it. "And King said he didn't like it?" "King thinks the same way I do, he's been on there too damn long and too damn consistent." "Pick him up," the Captain turned and ordered the audio controller. "If we can't hold him, we can at least get a look at him." "It's not too clear yet," said Matesic, "it'll take a spread."
He turned down the street and ambled toward the drug store. He didn't want to hurry. He had lots of time. He had to get some candy first. That was the ticket, candy. Candy worked, candy always worked. Candy was good but candy was wicked. He was good but they were wicked. Oh, you had to be smart. "That has to be him," Matesic said.
I locked a circuit on him, but I'll take it off if you want me to." "No," said Matesic, "leave it on. That don't smell right to me neither." The old man was feeling better. He'd been in the bar two hours, and he'd had two pickled eggs, and the bartender didn't bother him. Beer was all right, but a man needed whiskey when he was sick. He'd have one, maybe two more, and then he'd eat some breakfast.
At eight o'clock the watch was changed; Matesic replaced King. "Anything?" asked Matesic. "Just this one, Chuck," said King. "I may be a fool, but this one bothers me." King was a diplomat where Blaney was not. King showed him the entry. The dial now stood at 72.8. "It's been on there all night, since before I had the watch. And it's been climbing, just slow and steady, but all the time climbing.
At four o'clock the new duty section came on; the deAngelis operator, whose name was Chuck Matesic, was replaced by an operator named Charlie Blaney. "Nothing to report," Chuck told Charlie. "Rhubarb down at the point at the Forbes Municipal Field, but that's about all." The new operator scarcely glanced at the mottled board, it was that kind of a day.
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