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51

THEY SAT AROUND ANOTHER terrific old-country dinner from the kitchens of Tiny, but nobody felt much like eating. Everythings completely outa whack, Tiny commented, frowning at his food.

It looks to me, Stan said, like were gonna find out if these IDs we got from whatsisname are gonna stand up.

Kelp said, Ive been trying not to think about that.

If only we could get outa here, Stan said.

Well, forget that. Not only did the law have the entire compound shut down tight, but the media was out there like seven-year locusts, just waiting to photograph and question anything that moved. Up till now, the only upside was that three reporters so far had been hospitalized after getting a little too close to the electric fence; apparently, it did pack a mean wallop.

And tonight, Tiny grumbled, we were gonna be outa here. Im gonna be alone on the gate, the coast is clear, were home free. We drive the cars out, we come back and drive the rest of them out, stash them in the place, go home. Josies expecting me in the morning.

Well, now she isnt, Kelp said. This kidnapping thing is all over the news.

Im getting very irritated, Tiny said.

Stan said, You know, Im beginning to realize. That electric fence is just as good at keeping people in as it is keeping people out.

We all noticed that, Tiny told him.

Kelp said, I wonder how Johns doing.

Tiny snorted. Dortmunder? Dont worry about Dortmunder, worry about us. Hes outa here.


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