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we had only two people to deal with.
 But Rick might be coming back at any time, I whispered.
 We ll deal with that when the time comes, Earl whispered back.
We came back around the front of the building and I gripped the handle,
squeezing gently and pushing to see whether it was locked. It was.
 Knock, Earl said.
I rapped on the door. There was some stirring inside, then Greenway s voice
from behind the wood.  Who is it?
My mind raced.  Rick! I said. I forced my voice a little lower, trying to
approximate Rick s tone.
 Where s your key?
Would Rick have the patience to explain? I decided not.  Just open the
fucking door! I shouted.
I heard the bolt turn back, and once the door had cleared the latch, Earl put
his boot to it. The door swung wide into the darkened outer office and Earl
forced his way in ahead of me, gun slightly raised at two o clock. Once we
were both inside, I closed the door and locked it, and saw Greenway sprawled
out on the floor and Carpington standing in the door of Greenway s office,
looking more or less petrified.
 Both of you, Earl said, sounding very much in control,  in one place,
please. He motioned, with his gun hand, for Greenway to get up and back into
his office.
 Please don t shoot us, Carpington whined.
 Shut up, Earl said, shoving Greenway ahead of him into his office. He took
his spot back behind his desk while Carpington retreated into the chair across
from it.
 Cuff  em, Zack, Earl said. And I thought, If only I had a nickel for every
time someone has said that to me. By now, I d have five cents.
Carpington was wide-eyed with horror, while Greenway tried harder to look
composed, thinking maybe if he exuded confidence we d be unnerved, that maybe
he knew something we didn t. It might work. Even though we had the drop on
them, I was definitely unnerved.
 Just tell me what you want, Carpington said to me.  You said you didn t
want money before, but maybe you ve changed your mind. I can get you some.
 Maybe you ve saved up some of those weekly payments that are recorded in
that ledger, I said, pulling two sets of handcuffs from my pocket. I grabbed
his wrist and slapped one cuff on it while Earl held his gun up to discourage
anyone from making any objections. With his left hand, he took his cigarette
out of his mouth and tapped some ashes onto the floor.
I forced Carpington s hand behind his back, brought his other arm around, and
cuffed his wrists together like I d been doing this all my life. I felt a
little rush.
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 You re not doing that to me, Greenway said as I rounded the desk with the
other pair.
 Maybe if you d fixed my fucking shower I d be feeling a little more kindly,
I said. I reached for his wrist and he drew back.
 Keep away from me! he said.  You have no idea who you re dealing with.
 Neither do you, Earl said, and fired off a round into the site plan that
hung on the wall behind Greenway.
The shot was deafening and caught me as much by surprise as it did our two
prisoners. I felt the blast ring in my ears. Greenway jolted back into his
chair and Carpington slunk down in his. With his hands cuffed, he couldn t
stop his slide and went right to the floor.
 Jesus Christ, Earl! I shouted.  What the hell you doing?
 Getting their attention, he said calmly.  Mr. Greenway, would you be kind
enough to let my associate here put some handcuffs on you?
Greenway grudgingly obliged, then settled himself back into his leather
business chair, trying to look as though having his hands trapped behind him
didn t detract from his dignity in any way.
 Now, said Earl,  I need your car keys.
 Huh? Greenway said.
 What? Carpington said.
 Why? I asked.
 I m going to move their cars around back, and the truck. Best that no one
thinks anyone s here, and that means it s less likely that Rick is going to be
dropping by.
Anything that might keep Rick from showing up sounded like a good idea to me.
Carpington and Greenway indicated which pockets held their keys, and I got
them out.  Why don t I do that while you keep them covered? I suggested.
Earl shook his head, handed the gun over to me in exchange for the keys.  You
watch them.
The gun was warm. I didn t know whether that was from Earl holding it, or the
fact that it had just been fired. My pulse raced as I wrapped my fingers
around it.
 Uh, the safety? I said to Earl.  Which way is the safety supposed to go?
He rolled his eyes. I knew what he was thinking. This was not the way to
inspire fear in your captives. First, I was scared shitless when he fired the
gun, and now I needed a tutorial in its operation.  It s off now. That way, if
one of them does something stupid, you can blow their fucking heads off.
 Sure, I said. I raised the gun up, moved it around, got the feel of it. Now
Greenway and Carpington looked even more nervous, especially when the gun
swung in their direction. They must have thought that their chances of being
killed had risen exponentially now that the weapon had passed from Earl to me.
It wasn t that I appeared more ruthless. On the contrary. But everything about
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me screamed incompetence. I made a special effort not to point the gun at
either of them. I was as worried about my incompetence as they were.
Earl said he d be back in a couple of minutes.
 Who s your friend? Greenway asked once he heard the main door close.
 Just another happy resident of Valley Forest Estates, I said, waving the
gun about, trying to look casual with it.  So what brings you all out here
tonight?
 We re having a meeting, Greenway said.  And we re expecting someone. You
might be smart to finish up your business and get out of here before he shows
up.
 Who would that be? Rick?
 I think he s out looking for you right now. He s very upset with you.
 You should see my car, I said, and Greenway just looked at me, not
understanding.  He seems like a guy who could benefit from some anger
management classes. But then, I guess if he were well behaved, he wouldn t
have gotten the job of killing Sam Spender for you, or Stefanie.
 That s ridiculous. I don t know what you re talking about.
 I think you do, and that s why my friend and I decided to pay you a visit
tonight, to find out what you do know. Because I have to tell you, it s very
much in my interest to know as much as possible.
 I didn t have anything to do with those murders! Carpington said,
struggling to get back up off the floor and into his chair.
Headlight beams swept past the office window. Earl was moving the Caddy
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