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Bud Schwartz clutched at the damp towel. This time he pressed it against his face.Cut to the chase, he muttered irritably.What the hell is it you want us to do?

Bud Schwartz sighed. He wondered what crazy lie she'd told the rent-a-cop about their gunshot wounds.

Oh, don't worry, Molly said.I wouldn't dream of saying anything to the authorities.

How nice, said Bud Schwartz, his voice cold.

He knew it wouldn't be Dr. Will Koocher; Nina was never wrong about phone voices. Joe Winder had no intention of confronting the impostor, but at least he wanted to get a good look, maybe even a tag number.

No, said Bud Schwartz,can't say that I have. Danny Pogue said he'd never heard of them, either.

Bud Schwartz clutched at the damp towel. This time he pressed it against his face.Cut to the chase, he muttered irritably.What the hell is it you want us to do?

How nice, said Bud Schwartz, his voice cold.

No, said Bud Schwartz,can't say that I have. Danny Pogue said he'd never heard of them, either.

He knew it wouldn't be Dr. Will Koocher; Nina was never wrong about phone voices. Joe Winder had no intention of confronting the impostor, but at least he wanted to get a good look, maybe even a tag number.

Danny Pogue angrily pounded the floor with one of his crutches.For someone who don't like to lie, you sure do make a sport of it.

Have you ever heard of the Mothers of Wilderness? asked Molly McNamara.

Oh, don't worry, Molly said.I wouldn't dream of saying anything to the authorities.

The other men stood side by side, conversing quietly in Spanish. As Joe Winder watched them more closely, it seemed that the men were doing more serious talking than fishing. They were using Cuban yo-yo rigs, twirling the lines overhead and launching the baits with a loud plop into the water. Once in a while they'd pull in the lines and cast out again, usually without even checking the hooks.

Oh, you'll enjoy it, said Molly.I've got some pamphlets in my briefcase.

Molly nodded.That's right. Somehow we must redeem ourselves.

Have you ever heard of the Mothers of Wilderness? asked Molly McNamara.

Have you ever heard of the Mothers of Wilderness? asked Molly McNamara.

Bud Schwartz clutched at the damp towel. This time he pressed it against his face.Cut to the chase, he muttered irritably.What the hell is it you want us to do?

The other men stood side by side, conversing quietly in Spanish. As Joe Winder watched them more closely, it seemed that the men were doing more serious talking than fishing. They were using Cuban yo-yo rigs, twirling the lines overhead and launching the baits with a loud plop into the water. Once in a while they'd pull in the lines and cast out again, usually without even checking the hooks.

Have you ever heard of the Mothers of Wilderness? asked Molly McNamara.

Restlessly Danny Pogue squeezed a pimple on his neck.Is it like a nature club? he said.Do we get T-shirts and stuff?

He knew it wouldn't be Dr. Will Koocher; Nina was never wrong about phone voices. Joe Winder had no intention of confronting the impostor, but at least he wanted to get a good look, maybe even a tag number.

And this condo association-what's she so worried about?

No, said Bud Schwartz,can't say that I have. Danny Pogue said he'd never heard of them, either.

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