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The sheriff had left the glass partitioning open. Leroux's chin rested on the barrel of the shotgun that was clipped to the two front seats.
    "I can bite your neck off."
    "Don't bite my neck off," de Gier said. "It'll be another charge. You have enough already. Did you steal the car?"
    "Borrowed it."
    "Will the owner say you borrowed it?"
    "Sure. Charlie only wants his car back, and I won't give it back unless he gets my chain saw fixed."
    "You'll give it back now. Are you drunk?"
    Leroux grinned slyly. The Oldsmobile was still ahead. There were houses on both sides of the road now, and the dainty steeple of a clapboard church pointed at the clear, pale blue sky. Great elms flanked the street. A store sign glided by: ROBERT'S MARKET. TWO pickup trucks were feeding off the pumps under the awning of the store. An old woman pushed a rusty supermarket cart through the caked snow on the sidewalk. A fat black dog limped behind the woman.
    "Jameson," Leroux said. "Good old Jameson, nothing but trouble. I haven't made money, not even in the summer. Broke my leg and the bill from the hospital is still on the shelf. They'll be pulling the house from under me soon. It's a good thing they're feeding the kids at the school or I'd have them whining around me. There's a deer in the freezer for the holidays, but they eat a deer in a week and there'll be another week after that one. If the judge fines me heavy it'll be all over."
    The cruiser turned sharply, following the Oldsmobile. A small sign, overshadowed by a twisted pine, said JAIL. The sheriff stood next to the cruiser.
    "How is our friend? Quiet now?"
    "I'm quiet, sheriff."
    The sheriff opened the rear door. Leroux didn't move.
    "I'll be real quiet, sheriff. Take them off."
    The handcuffs snapped free.
    "Walk."
    "Yes, sheriff."
    "Bernie McDougal," a fat man said and shook de Gier's hand. "Good to meet you, you did some work, that's good, loafers get very cold here. Shall I take him, Jim? I couldn't raise Bob's cruiser, but you had enough help."
    "All yours."
    Leroux was led to the rear of the building. The big man was rubbing his wrists. There was the clang of a metal door and Bernie came back. He wore the same uniform as the sheriff but there was a plastic disc above the left tunic pocket: "Chief deputy."
    "Are you going to hit him, Jim?"
    "Speeding," the sheriff said. "Fifty-mile limit, he was doing eighty but maybe we'll drop it to sixty-five. That'll be a twenty-dollar fine. He won't have much more."
    "Drunk?"
    "He wasn't too drunk."
    "Stolen car?"
    "Phone Charlie. Tell him we found his car and to bring the key. Leroux used some silly wire. It may short-circuit the system. Charlie won't want to press charges, but we should talk to him about Leroux's chain saw. Leroux is a logger in winter. He needs the saw. If Charlie has broken it he should do something."
    "Coffee?"
    "Yes," de Gier said. "Coffee. Is there a place to eat nearby?"
    "By my guest," the sheriff said. "We have a cook in the jailhouse. What's he got, Bernie?"
    "Pea soup and there's bread in the oven. No eggs but there's bacon. Four frostbitten green peppers from the greenhouse but enough lettuce. Tomatoes. Clam chowder."
    The sheriff nodded. Bernie went back into the jail and returned with a barefoot young man with long shiny brown hair.
    "You had your bath?"
    "Yes, sheriff."
    "Won't have a dirty cook. Did the bread rise?"
    "Yes, sheriff. But you got the wrong yeast. I don't want little chunks, I want the little bags."
    "Chunks are cheaper. Meet the sergeant."
    De Gier and the young man nodded at each other.
    "The sergeant is our guest. A police officer from abroad. Call him 'sergeant.' His name will give you a sore throat. Sergeant, this is Albert, second man of the BMF gang. He'll be out tomorrow, but we have another cook. How is he shaping up, Albert?"
    "His soups are better than his stews."
    "He'll have to learn."
    The meal was served on the room's only table. It was a big room, pine paneled on all sides and with a