“It’s like the Picture and the Bust. In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen. They chatted pleasantly as he drove around the neighborhood for a half an hour, then stopped by the Diedermayer house. The stranger started at the touch, and spoke. She knew it was to be a long night, and her stomach turned with the knowledge that Cathy and Larry Beck would be waiting to pick her up after the questioning, which meant they would be up all night despite the fact they both had jobs to go to in the morning.
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