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Grofield said. "You got good news for me?"
    "Could be," Dan said. "Come on down off the ladder, lemme show you something."
    Grofield got down off the ladder. "What I want to know is, do you have a job for me. Better than that Myers thing, I mean. Did you ever find him?"
    "I'll tell you all about it." Dan looked around. "How private are we here?"
    "Nobody can hear us."
    "What about seeing us?"
    Grofield nodded at the farmhouse across the county road. "There's people home over there."
    "You know any place private?"
    Grofield looked at him. "What for?"
    "I wanna show you something. Come on, let's take a ride."
    Grofield looked at his wet hands, down at his wet clothes, back at the flats. "Is this something real, Dan? What's the big secret?"
    "I don't want to open the trunk where anybody else can see us," Dan said. "You know me, Grofield, I don't make jokes."
    "That's right," Grofield said. "My clothes are a mess, you know. You want me in the car, or should I go change?"
    "It ain't my car," Dan said. "It's Myers'."
    Grofield brightened. "You found him, eh?"
    "Get in. That's what I've got to show you."
    Grofield got in, on the passenger's side, and Dan got back behind the wheel. Dan said, "Give me directions."
    "Pull out onto the road and turn left," Grofield said.

3
    When Dan opened the trunk, Andrew Myers was lying in there, curled up in a ball. Grofield blinked at him, thinking he was dead, but then Myers moved, lifting his head and blinking in the light, looking blind and confused and scared. "What now?" he said. His voice croaked, as though he were very dry.
    "Climb out of there," Dan said.
    Myers moved his arms and legs feebly. "I can hardly move."
    Dan reached in and jabbed him in the side with his thumb a couple of times, just above the belt. "Don't make me wait," he said.
    "I'm moving. I'm moving."
    Grofield stepped back, and watched Myers painfully lift himself up and start to climb out of the trunk. He said, "How long's he been in there?"
    "Since Houston," Dan said. "No, I'm a liar. He was out for twenty minutes yesterday."
    Myers was having a tough time, and now Grofield saw why. He was handcuffed, but in a strange way; his left wrist was handcuffed to his left ankle.
    Grofield stepped forward to help him get over the lip of the trunk and out onto the ground, but Dan said, "Leave the bastard alone. He'll make it."
    Grofield frowned. "Why make it so tough on him?"
    "How's the back of your head?" Dan asked him.
    Grofield shrugged. "All right. He hit me only once. I'm not that upset any more."
    "I am," Dan said.
    Grofield looked at him. "You didn't get your cash back?"
    "He spent it before I got to him, the son of a bitch." Leach stepped forward suddenly and grabbed Myers by the hair and yanked. "Will you get out of there!" Myers fell out onto the ground.
    They were on a dirt road about two miles from the theater, in the woods. Only a few tubes of sunlight angled down through the branches, and it was cooler in here. Grofield's clothes, still wet, were getting chilly and uncomfortable.
    Myers rolled around on the dirt until he got his feet under him, and then slowly stood up, his right hand using the car for support. When he was standing, he was bent far down and to the left, the fingers of his left hand touching the ground. His wrist was rubbed raw by the handcuff. When he looked up at Grofield he had to open his mouth wide to be able to lift his head far enough up to meet Grofield's eyes. In that position, he looked feebleminded.
    Dan said, "Myers has a story to tell you. Tell him, bastard."
    Myers said, "Can I sit down?" He had to lower his head to talk. "I can't talk in this position."
    "Sit, stand, I don't care," Dan said. "Just tell him the story."
    Myers eased himself to the ground. Now he could get himself into a more ordinary position, his right leg flat out in front of him, left leg raised, left arm down at his side. He leaned his back against the rear bumper of the Plymouth, looked up at Grofield, and said, "I