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    "Skivvies." The captain handed over a plastic bag. Heck was confident that Haversham knew how to handle scent articles. He'd have made sure that the underwear hadn't been laundered recently and that nobody had touched the cloth with their fingers. The trooper added, "He's running mostly naked, near as we can tell."
    Heck thought the captain was joking.
    "No sir. He's a big fellow, got lots of padding on him. Adler, that doctor at Marsden, he was telling me these schizos don't feel cold like normal people. It's like they're pretty numb. They don't feel pain either. You can hit 'em and they don't even know they're hit."
    "Ooo, that's good to know, Don. Tell me, does he fly too?"
    Haversham chuckled then added, "They say he's pretty harmless. He does this a lot. Adler says he's escaped from seven hospitals. They always find him. It's like a game for him. The bag he snuck out in? The fellow's it was, was a suicide."
    "Harmless? Didn't they read about Indian Leap?" Heck snickered, and nodded down the road toward Marsden hospital. "Who's crazy in there and who isn't?" Heck was suddenly unable to look at Haversham. "Say, over the phone you mentioned five hundred for my fee. And the reward. Ten thousand. That right, Don? Ten?"
    "Yessir. The fee's from my assistance fund just like normal. The reward's from the state. From Adler's budget. He's pretty anxious to get this fellow."
    "I don't suppose he put it in writing?"
    "Adler? Nope. But he's really anxious to see this boy caught. You collar him, you'll get your money, Trent. And you're the only civvy on the case. My boys can't take a penny."
    "We'll get him."
    The captain looked off into the night and seemed to be debating. Finally he said, "Trenton? I know I told you he wasn't dangerous but keep that close to you." Haversham indicated the pistol on Heck's hip. "I gotta tell you — was probably an accident, from what Adler says, but Hrubek might've attacked a couple orderlies. Cracked one of 'em's arm like a toothpick. Could've died if nobody'd found him."
    "Well, is he dangerous, or ain't he?" Heck asked
    "All I'm saying is, keep your eye out. Say, what is that piece?"
    "That old P-38 of mine." Heck patted his holster, remembering in detail the day he handed his Glock service automatic over to this very man, Heck's eyes frozen on the black gun as he turned it in, grip first, clip out, slide locked open. The badge and the ID card followed. Heck had bought the uniform himself so they let him keep that though the had to sign a form that said he'd never wear it in public, and his face was red with anger and shame as he set his name to paper.
    "They still sell ammunition for that old thing?"
    "Nine-millimeter parabellum is all it is."
    Haversham stuck his head through the passenger window and stroked the hound's head. The dog sat insensible and bored, staring at the motion of the captain's gray hair. "All right, Emil, go do us and your master proud. You hear? You go catch us a crazy man. Good boy, good boy." Haversham turned to Heck. "Isn't he a good old boy?"
    And Trenton Heck — who'd midwived bitches and nursed pups with eyedroppers and sucked snake venom out of the shoulders of retrievers and sped to vets at ninety mph to save dogs that could be saved and shot them remorselessly with a merciful bullet when they could not, who didn't speak to dogs except to command them — Trenton Heck just nodded at the captain with a cautious smile. "Better be going. 'Fore that track gets cold."
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    "How the hell did it happen?" Owen barked. "He's a madman. He can't escape! Did they leave the son-of-a-bitch door open?"
    "Some mix-up of some kind. They were kind of, you know, sketchy on details." Stanley Weber, duly elected! sheriff of the Incorporated Village of Ridgeton, turned out to have been the intruder who'd wakened Lis from her brief sleep. He'd passed by without even noticing her, direct by Portia down to the culvert where Owen was working.
    His news was far more disturbing than his

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