“Roebuck watched as Boadeen braked the sheriff’s car to a halt in exactly the same place before the cabin as he had the first time he’d visited them, as if invisible markings designated a parking space there. Carrying rods and tackle box, Roebuck and Ellie walked up the mud bank toward the car. As they drew near and Boadeen opened the door and got out, Roebuck glimpsed a walnut stocked shotgun mounted with chrome brackets on the dashboard. The sheriff himself was resplendent in a powder blue uni...form crisscrossed with black leather and displaying a formidable-looking gold badge. “No luck, I see,” Boadeen said as he shut the door behind him with that stiff, backward motion of his arm. “Or did you throw them back?” “We threw them back,” Ellie said, “’cause they weren’t worth keeping, anyway.” “Well, here’s something worth keeping.” Boadeen opened the package of butcher paper he was carrying to show them the steaks from Angus House. “Those are surely the reddest, juiciest cuts you’ll ever see.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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