Chapter 72 Which cocksuckers are we talking about? We wont have to talk to Dino for a while now, Viv said. Devine slugged the man on the head with the butt of his gun and Hancock fell unconscious to the floor. Then Devine looked at Cowl.You were saying? Wow. Just plain old praise is hard enough to come by. But super praise— He wasnt as old and infirm as hed pretended to be last night, but he wasnt young and there was a stiffness — maybe soreness — in the legs he was pushing much faster than they wanted to be pushed. Mason nodded. Just one more question, I said. And the video? Drake and Blanton left the office. Della Street went to the outer office, adjusted the switchboard, returned, and turned out the desk light. Then she walked up to the lawyer, looked up at his troubled eyes. He had to talk to people to find the sender of the weird-ass email, because it apparently could not be done with computer keys and a server. For Devine, it was actually refreshing to see that not every single problem today was solvable by technology alone. Sometimes a little shoe leather and the semblance of a personality and a few well-formed questions might just do what artificially intelligent thinking and petabytes of data hovering in fake clouds couldnt. But the email was tied to Ewess murder, which had to be tied to whatever nefarious things were going on at Cowl. And this was exactly what Emerson Campbell had told him to work on in order to stay out of a military prison. His marching orders couldnt be clearer. Thursday night? She thought for a minute. No. I was at his house, but he wasnt there. He probably was in the city. This afternoon a woman who works as a secretary at NBC took her lunch outside and was leaning against the parapet that surrounds the ice rink when she saw something at her feet. It turned out to be an empty .45 shell casing, and she recovered it. The place wasnt much of a love nest. It was merely a kitchen to the right and a bathroom to the left. The furnishings were simple, almost rudimentary. There was a table of Formica and chrome, which I think they still call dinettes, and four matching chairs. It looked fairly new as did the sofa, which was the kind that could be made into a bed. On the floor was a cheap rug. A green one. Damn, Dino said, wiping his forehead with his sleeve. That guy ought to be a running back for somebody. I think I hit him twice, though. Stone had just finished his roll when Joan buzzed him.A Mr. Gunderson from the First Plains Bank and Trust Company of Ames, Iowa..