Come on in. I knew I recognized some of the names, though not all, Mike said. But I remember Sig Larkin. But what the deuce is it? Drake asked. Mason said,Lets try being practical for a change. Then Jess was there. A Northwestern sweatshirt and slacks. And a lighted cigarette. A black Mercury sedan that could only be an unmarked police car sat in front of the house. I was not only curious but for some reason uneasy about this. I assumed that the Mercury was the property of Chief Showalter. May I ask just what your interest might be in President Mixs disappearance, Mr. Longmire? But you didnt, I said. Right, Stone said, taking Eagles good arm as they walked out. Trixie! Stone cried, and the dog ran toward him until she ran out of leash and was left on her hind legs, pawing the air. Stone picked her up and scratched her ears, then her belly. Hey, Trixie, he said, “Im your new best friend.” He got a big kiss, before he could react. Stone thought for moment.Oh, shit, he said. Investments? You didnt have to do that, Michelle. When I said distract him, I didnt mean— I didnt ask, of course, but I obtained a copy of the unions constitution and it provides that the vice-president will serve as president should the incumbent die, be absent, or incapacitated. You are psychic, Stone said. So your theory doesnt hold water? Oh, Prince was overjoyed, she announced, her eyes and voice softening affectionately. I dreamed of the Zapruder tape. Jack and Jackie in the convertible. Jack lurching forward suddenly. Jackie leaning into him. The convertible speeding off. And then unreasonably, insanely, Jess was in a similar convertible, her head splintering in three pieces as it would in a horror movie. Ted was her Jackie. Leaning into her— Thats where she was found? said Montgomery. Do you still like me?.