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Chapter 17 Cmon, Hal said. Perhaps Id like to know what scheme she has in mind. It might come in handy some day. I can tell you one thing — shes most unusual. Devine took it but didnt look at it. Is this really necessary? Well, that may not be so significant, Mr. Mason. The iron in that box was worth something. You know, she didnt need to take that stuff down there. She could have called a junk peddler, and hed at least have been willing to haul it away for the iron and stuff that was there. And it was a pretty good stool. Some of that stuff probably could have been used — the stool and some of those old bolts and nuts. I wish I did. Id give it to them and get this over with. I just want Granddad to be safe. No cracks, Mason warned. The task force responsible for Jesss protection had approved of the schedule wed emailed them and then had responded accordingly by Google mapping every place we planned to go. The appropriate number of local and state police would be dispatched. Extra officers would be needed to control the swollen number of reporters. The three most desirable hotels were completely sold out. Jess was a national celebrity; the best kind, the kind you felt sorry for. Feared for. The woman who called you and Max Quane. Max told his wife that he was about to pull off some deal that would net him two hundred thousand. Max was shacked up with Sally Raines. Just before he got killed Max called me, half petrified, and said he thought he knew what had happened to Mix. A woman called you and told you the same thing, except that she implied that Mix was still alive. She also talked about two hundred thousand dollars. But the woman never called back — possibly because she was Sally who got shot to death that same afternoon, but not before leaving half a word that everybody seems to think is a vital clue. I remembered that Quanes eyes when I had first seen them had been wide and grey and brimming over with something moist, probably innocence. They were still grey, of course, but they seemed to have narrowed and the moist innocence had all dried up and gone away. It was hard to tell what had taken its place. Probably nothing. Is it yellow? Stone asked. I think the Navaho was yellow. Took the words right out of my mouth, lady. Vincent Colton returned to the courtroom and said,Mr. Alder will be right up. When he wasnt saying yes and no into the phone he sat quietly at his desk with the patient look of a man who has learned how to wait. Once in a while he would flick a glance at me although I dont think I really interested him that much. My one attempt at idle conversation had failed utterly. I had said, Been with the union long? He had said, “No, not long, and then he had gone back to waiting for the phone to ring so that he could pick it up and say yes or no...