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Hazen smiled and aimed the car in the direction of the Deeper town hall。 It sure as hell was a viable theory。
Forty…Three
At two…thirty that afternoon； Corrie lounged restlessly on her bed； listening to Tool on her CD player。 It had to be at least a hundred degrees in her room； but after the events of the other night she didn't have the guts to open her window。 It still seemed impossible to believe that guy from Kansas State had been killed just down the street。 But then； the entire last week was beyond belief。
Her eyes strayed to the window。 Outside； huge thunderheads were spreading their anvil…shaped tops across the sky and a premature darkness was falling。 But the approaching storm only seemed to make everything muggier。
She heard her mother's voice through the bedroom wall and cranked up the volume in response。 There were a few muffled thumps as her mother tried to get her attention by knocking on the wall。 Jesus。 Of all days for her mother to call in sick； when Pendergast no longer needed her and she was stuck at home with nothing to do and too freaked out for her usual retreat on the powerline road。 She almost longed for Labor Day and the start of school。
The door to her room opened and there was her mother； standing in her nightgown； too…skinny arms draped over a too…fat stomach。 Smoking a cigarette。
Corrie slipped off her earphones。
〃Corrie； I've been yelling myself hoarse。 One of these days I'm going to take away those earphones。〃
〃Youtold me to wear them。〃
〃Not when I'm trying to talk to you。〃
Corrie stared at her mother； at her smudged mascara and the remains of last night's lipstick still staining the cracks of her lip。 She'd been drinking； but not； it seemed； enough to keep her in bed。 How could this alien be her mother？
〃Why aren't you outworking？ Did that man get tired of you？〃
Corrie didn't answer。 It really didn't matter。 Her mother was going to have her say regardless。
〃As I figure it； you got paid for two weeks。 That's fifteen hundred dollars。 Is that right？〃
Corrie stared。
〃As long as you're living here； you're going to contribute。 I've told you this before。 I've had expenses up the wazoo lately。 Taxes； food； car payments； you name it。 And now I'm losing a day's tips because of this nasty cold。〃
Nasty hangover； you meanrrie waited。
〃A fifty…fifty split is theleast I can expect。〃
〃It's my money。〃
〃And whose money do you think's been supporting you these past ten years？ Certainly not that shitbag father of yours。 Me。 I've been the one working my fingers to the bone supporting you； and by God； young lady； you're going to give something back。〃
Corrie had taped the money to the bottom of her dresser drawer and she wasn't about to let her mother see where it was。 Why； oh why； had she ever told her mother how much she was making？ She was going to need that money to pay for a fucking lawyer when her trial came up。 Otherwise she was going to end up with some crappy public defender and find herself going to jail。 That would make a terrific impression； mailing her college applications from jail。
〃I told you I'll leave some money on the kitchen table。〃
〃You'll leave seven hundred and fifty dollars on the kitchen table。〃
〃That's way too much。〃
〃For supporting you all these years； it's hardly enough。〃
〃If you didn't want to support me you shouldn't have gotten pregnant。〃
〃Accidents happen； unfortunately。〃
Corrie could smell the acrid scent of burning filter as the cigarette was inhaled right down to the butt。 Her mother looked around； stubbed it out in Corrie's incense burner。 〃If you don't want to contribute； you can go find yourself another place to live。〃
Corrie turned roughly away and replaced her earphones； cranking up the music so loud her ears hurt。 She faced the smudged wall； stone…faced。 She could just barely hear her mother shouting at her。If she so much as touches me； Corrie thought；I'll scream。 But she knew her mother wouldn't。 She'd hit her once and Corrie had screamed so loud the sheriff came。 Of course； the little bulldog did nothing…he actually threatenedher with disturbing the peace…but it had the effect of keeping her mother's hands off her for good。
There was nothing her mother could do。 She just had to wait her out。
Long after her mother had gone back to her room in a fury； Corrie continued lying there； thinking。 She forced her mind away from her mother； from the trailer； from the depressing empty meaningless hell that was her life。 She found her thoughts drifting toward Pendergast。 She thought about his cool black suit； his pale eyes； his tall narrow frame。 She wondered if Pendergast was married or had children。 It wasn't fair； the way he'd just dumped her like that and driven off in his fancy car。 But maybe； like everybody else； he was disappointed in her。 Maybe in the end she just hadn't done a good enough job for him。 She burned with resentment at the way the sheriff had e in and just laid those papers on Pendergast。 But he wasn't the kind to roll over and play dead。 And hadn't he hinted he was going to continue working on the case？ Hehad to take her off the case； she told herself。 It wasn't anything she'd done。 He'd said it himself：I cannot have you defying the sheriff on my account。
Her mind drifted toward the case itself。 It was still so weird to think of someone in Medicine Creek doing those killings。 If it really was someone local； it meant it was someone she knew。 But she knew everyone in Shit Creek； and she couldn't imagine any of them being a serial killer。 She shuddered； thinking back over the crime scenes she'd witnessed firsthand： the dog； its tail hacked off 。 。 。 Chauncy； sewn up like some overdone turkey 。 。 。
The weirdest of all was Stott； boiled like that。 Why had the killer done that？ And how did you boil someone whole； anyway？ He'd have to have lit a fire； put on a big pot 。 。 。 It seemed impossible。 Where could you get a pot like that？ Maisie's？ No； of course not： the biggest pot she had was the one she used for Wednesday night chili； and you couldn't even fit an arm in that。 The Castle Club also had a kitchen…could it have happened there？
Corrie snorted to herself。 The idea was nuts。 Even the Castle Club couldn't have a pot big enough to boil an entire person； for that you'd need an industrial kitchen。 Or maybe he'd used a bathtub？ Could someone have winched a bathtub onto a stove； cooked the body that way？ Or set up a bathtub in some cornfield？ But the spotter planes would have seen it。 And the smoke from the fire would have been visible from all over。 Someone would've smelled it cooking； smelled thesmoke； at least。
No； there was nowhere in Medicine Creek the body could've been cooked 。 。 。
Abruptly； she sat up。
Kraus's Kaverns。
It was crazy。 But then again； maybe it wasn't。 Everyone knew that； during Prohibition； old man Kraus had run a moonshine operation in the back of that cave of his。
She felt a crawling sensation along her back： a mixture of excitement； curiosity； fear。 Maybe the old still was still in there。 Stills had big pots； didn't they？ And would that pot be big enough to boil a person？ Maybe； just maybe。
She lay back in bed； her heart beating