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〃About that mouse？ Huh！ You think anyone is going to care that I stepped on a condemned murderer's pet mouse？ Outside of this looneybin； that is？〃
〃No。 But three men saw you just standing there with your thumb up your ass while Wild Bill Wharton was trying to strangle Dean Stanton with his wrist…chains。 About that people will care； Percy； I promise you。 About that even your offsides uncle the governor is going to care。〃
Percy's cheeks and brow flushed a patchy red。 〃You think they'd believe you？〃 he asked； but his voice had lost a lot of its angry force。 Clearly he thought someone might believe us。 And Percy didn't like being in trouble。 Breaking the rules was okay。 Getting caught breaking them was not。
〃Well； I've got some photos of Dean's neck before the bruising went down；〃 Brutal said … I had no idea if this was true or not； but it certainly sounded good。 〃You know what those pix say？ That Wharton got a pretty good shot at it before anyone pulled him off； although you were right there； and on Wharton's blind side。 You'd have some hard questions to answer； wouldn't you？ And a thing like that could follow a man for quite a spell。 Chances are it'd still be there long after his relatives were out of the state capital and back home drinking mint juleps on the front porch。 A man's work…record can be a mighty interesting thing； and a lot of people get a chance to look at it over the course of a lifetime。〃
Percy's eyes flicked back and for
