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You got picture ID? But its not an emergency? Maybe he has friends in the department. But now it was just the attack of the branch-rattling wintry wind... Not to my knowledge. What about the forks? I said. Not the salad forks, just the regular ones. Sure. I like that, Nan said. Bubba Babineaux. Its simple, Mason said, but its tricky as hell. You have to do exactly what I tell you to do. No. And she couldnt have stayed too long. Earl, the guy who owns the place, was already cutting the lights. I wish there was more I could tell you. Just for my thoughts, I said. How close were you to the defendant? Says who? muttered Devine. He was feeling sullen and trapped, because he was. And he also knew exactly where this was headed. Devine couldnt hear what either was saying, so he dropped back to the ground, returned to his bike, and waited. Well? I said after he hung up. Now, as a mature man, Devine had a deeper appreciation for Samuel Becketts tale of two men desperately waiting for something that they could not even begin to define. Conspiracies?.