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parents named them both William. Don't ask.
    Duane was mildly curious what Noreen said to the two deputies. Perhaps it had something to do with him, he wondered. Perhaps they'd had the DNA results back from Sacramento? Not that the results would tell them anything. He made absolutely sure he had thoroughly contaminated the evidence.
    "Why me?" Deputy Bill pleaded, in a high -pitched, feminine voice.
    Everyone in the diner turned to look at the deputy.
    More sniggers drifted from Chuck and Bob.
    Deputy Bill whirled around and glared at the hunters with a hurt look on his chubby face.
    Duane listened in. He guessed that Lou wanted Deputy Bill to do something, something that didn't involve eating. How could Lou be so mean on Dwight's birthday? It crossed Duane's mind that he should go over to Deputy Dwight to wish him a happy birthday. He thought about it some more, casually scratching his butt, and decided he'd sip his coffee instead and just sit quietly at his table until he was ready to make a move to do that all-important thing.
    Ah, home sweet home
, Duane mused. Still scratching his butt, he thought of his log cabin in the woods, where life was perfectly peaceful, where he could enjoy the serenity of nature and his own easy-going company. There was just one thing wrong with that scenario-his best friend Willis wasn't a part of his life anymore. Thirteen years it had been. He really needed to see him for there was something important they had to discuss, something so important that he couldn't think what the fuck it was.

5
    AS SHERIFF LOU was en route to Little Beaver, and Duane was having his breakfast, two FBI agents sat on a red leather sofa in the outer office of the Sacramento Bureau shrink, Doctor Ramón Fernandez, awaiting his arrival.
    Agent Candice Merlot, a stunning African-American in her late twenties, scrutinized the contents of a magazine. She casually twisted a finger around a stray curl of her fashionably straightened hair. She was not overly tall, but she sure made up for that with her lithe, muscular body that fit snugly into her gray suit.
    Sometimes she liked to be just Merlot, and like the wine, she was smooth, lively on the tongue and full of velvety textures that lingered well beyond the first tantalizing sip. As Candi, she liked to be slowly unwrapped and savored for her sweet taste, something she had picked up during her modeling days for
Sports Illustrated
. She adored Latin American music, loved to salsa and liked her food spicy-the hotter the better. But, most of all, Agent Merlot liked the guys and the guys sure liked her.
    Merlot glanced at her partner, Agent Willis Johnson. He was a few years older, taller and fit looking, with a lean, somewhat chiseled, but attractive face with short auburn hair. She knew he never missed his daily work outs. That he never ate anything unhealthy. He ate tons of fiber. He liked country and western music, and as for the ladies, well, only Agent Johnson knew what he liked. He would never kiss and tell, keeping everything bottled up, which was the reason they were waiting for the shrink.
    They sat together on the long comfy sofa, but at either end, as far apart as possible. Agent Merlot looked casual with legs crossed while Agent Johnson sat straight-backed, serious-faced and looked uptight.
    Merlot glanced at her wristwatch and noted the time. She scrutinized her taciturn partner. Ten minutes had elapsed since they had entered Doctor Fernandez's cozy outer office. Neither had spoken a word to one another in all that time. That was just how Agent Johnson liked it these days—as silent as Clint Eastwood in a spaghetti western.
    The small fan on the black desk at their feet gently oscillated, thus providing a therapeutic white noise that made the silence bearable, thought Merlot. She guessed it had been intentionally left switched on by the good doctor.
    Merlot cast a familiar eye around the very feminine outer office. Normally she would have concluded the