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Someone made a low farting sound with his lips。 There was suppressed laughter。
〃What's that smell？〃 It was Brad again。 〃Somebody step in it？〃
More low laughter。 〃What'd you do this time？〃
Corrie spoke without turning around。 〃Your Deputy Dawg John Q。 Ratface left his car running； keys in the ignition； windows down； for half an hour in front of the Wagon Wheel while he refueled on eclairs。 How could I resist？〃
〃My what？〃
〃Your Ripley's Believe It or Not amazing chain…smoking eclair…to…shit converting dad。〃
〃What the hell are you talking about？〃 The voice was rising。
〃Yourfather； dork。〃
Muffled laughter from his two friends。
〃What a twat；〃 Brad said。 〃At least I'vegot a father。 Which is more than I can say for you。 And you don't exactly have much of a mother； either。〃 He cackled and someone…Chad； probably…made another disgusting sound with his mouth。
〃The town slut。 She was in this cell just last month； wasn't she； on a drunk and disorderly。 Like mother； like daughter。 Guess the apple never falls far from the tree。 Or in your case； the shit never falls far from the asshole。〃
There was another burst of smothered laughter。 Corrie lay still； facing the wall。
Brad resumed his whisper。 〃Hey； did you read the paper today？ Says the murderer might be local。 Maybe a devil worshiper。 You fit the bill； with that fucked…up purple hair and black eye makeup。 Is that what you do at night？ Go out and do mumbo…jumbo？〃
〃That's right； Brad；〃 said Corrie； still not turning around。 〃At the dark of each moon； I bathe in the blood of a newborn lamb and recite the Curse of the Nine Gates； and then I summon Lucifer to wither your dick。 If you have one。〃
This brought forth another muffled snicker from Brad's friends； but Brad didn't join in。
〃Bitch；〃Brad muttered。 He advanced a step and lowered his voice still further。 〃Look at you。 You think you're so cool； all dressed in black。 Well； you'renot cool。 You're a loser。 And I'll bet for once you're not lying。 I'll bet youdo go out at night for a little animal killing。 Or better yet； animal fucking。〃 He gave a low chuckle。 〃Because noman would ever want to screw you； you freak。〃
〃If I see anymen around here I'll let you know；〃 Corrie replied。
She heard the door into the back room open and a sudden silence fell。 The sheriff spoke； his voice low； calm； and full of menace。
〃Brad？ Just what do you think you're doing？〃
〃Oh； hi； Dad。 We were just talking to Corrie here； that's all。〃
〃Is that so？〃
〃Right。〃
〃Don't bullshit me。 I know exactly what you were doing。〃
There was a tense silence。
〃You harass a prisoner of mine again and I'll book you and lock you up myself。 You hear me？〃
〃Yes； Dad。〃
〃Now get the hell out； you and your friends。 You're late for scrimmage。〃
There was the sound of guilty shuffling as Brad and his friends left the cellblock。 〃You all right； Swanson？〃 the sheriff asked gruffly。
Corrie ignored the question。 Soon the door closed and she lay there； alone once again； listening to the sounds of the television and the voices in the outer office。 She tried to keep her breathing normal； tried to forget what Brad had said。 One more year and she was out of this loser town； this butt…crack capital of Kansas。 One more year。 Then it was goodbye； Medicine Shit Creek。 It occurred to her； for the millionth time； that if she hadn't blown it in tenth grade she'd already be out of here。 And now she had done it to herself again。 Well； no use thinking about that。
The door to the outer office tinkled again。 Someone new had e in。 A conversation began in the outer office。 Was it Tad； the deputy？ Or her mother； sober for once？ But no…the new arrival； whoever it was； spoke so softly that Corrie couldn't tell if it was a man or a woman。 The sheriff's voice； on the other hand； took on a hard edge； but Corrie couldn't make out the words over the blaring of the television set。
Eventually； she heard footsteps enter the back room。
〃Swanson？〃
It was the sheriff。 She heard him draw heavily on his cigarette and smelled the fresh smoke。 There was a rattle of keys； a click as her cell was unlocked。 The rusty iron door creaked as it opened。
〃You're out of here。〃
She didn't move。 Hazen's voice sounded particularly thick。 Something had made him mad。
〃Someone just made your bail。〃
Still she didn't move。 And the other voice spoke。 It was low and soft； with an unfamiliar accent。
〃Miss Swanson？ You are free to leave。〃
〃Who are you？〃 she asked without turning around。 〃Did Mom send you？〃
〃No。 I am Special Agent Pendergast of the FBI。〃
God。 It was that creepy…looking man in the undertaker's getup she'd seen walking around town。
〃I don't need your help；〃 she said。
His voice still heavy with annoyance； Hazen said to Pendergast； 〃Maybe you should've saved your money and stayed out of local law enforcement business。〃
But Corrie had grown curious despite herself。 After a moment； she asked； 〃What's the catch？〃
〃We'll speak about it outside；〃 said Pendergast。
〃So thereis a catch。 I can just imagine what it is； you pervert。〃
Sheriff Hazen issued a burst of laughter that degenerated into a smoker's hack。 〃Pendergast； what'd I tell you？〃
Corrie remained curled on the folding bed。 She wondered why this Pendergast was offering to bail her out。 It was clear that Hazen didn't particularly like Pendergast。 She remembered a phrase： the enemy of your enemy is your friend。 She sat up and looked around。 There he was； the undertaker； arms folded； looking at her pensively。 The little bulldog Hazen stood next to him； arms squared； scalp glistening under the thinning crew cut； razor rash on his face。
〃So I can just get up and walk out of here？〃 she asked。
〃If that's what you want；〃 Pendergast replied。
She got up； brushed past the FBI agent； past the sheriff； and headed toward the door。
〃Don't forget your car keys；〃 called Hazen。
She paused in the door； turned； held out her hand。 The sheriff was standing there； dangling them in his hand。 He made no move to give them to her。 She took a step forward and snatched them。
〃Your car's out back in the lot；〃 he said。 〃You can settle up the seventy…five…dollar towing fee later。〃
Corrie opened the door and went outside。 After the air…conditioned jail； it felt like walking into hot soup。 Blinking against the glare； she made her way around the corner and down the alley to the little parking lot behind the sheriff's office。 There was her Gremlin； and there； leaning against it； was the pervert in the black suit。 As she approached； he stepped forward and opened the door for her。 She got in without a word and slammed the door behind her。 Slipping the key into the ignition； she cranked the engine； and after turning over a few times it coughed into life； laying down a huge cloud of oily smoke。 The man in black stepped away。 She waited a moment； then leaned out the window。
〃Thanks；〃 she said grudgingly。
〃It was my pleasure。〃
She pressed the accelerator and the car stalled。Shit。
She restarted it； revved a few times。 More smoke poured out。 The FBI man was still there。 What the hell did he want？ She had to admit； he didn't really look like a pervert。 Curiosity finally