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The man got the news from a diner on 244.He doesn't have a phone in his trailer (he doesn't want to install one, and doesn't trust that kind of thing), so he always comes to this restaurant to answer calls.Sometimes, days had passed by the time he got the message someone had left him.But today he had already expected an important call to him, so he had to speed up his pace, which had reached the limit of his speed. After leaving the Bible school, he rushed directly to Emma's restaurant. Harpers.Wenworth was a hulking man, with a thin red beard, and curly hair of a lighter shade than the beard.Nobody in Kendon Falls, N.Y., could associate the word career with Hubbers, but that's not to say he didn't have to toil at all.He was always doing odd jobs for people, and as long as the job was outdoors, non-calculating, and the employer was a white Christian, he would try to make his employer's wages worth it.

Hubbard's wife, Cindy, was a quiet, unpretentious woman who spent most of her life raising children, cooking and sewing, and visiting female friends who lived exactly like her.Hubs himself spent his time working and hunting, and in the evenings he would gather with some male friends to drink and talk and debate (rather than debate, it would be more appropriate to say reconciliation, because he and those friends were all like-minded , with almost the same idea). He had lived in Kendong Falls all his life and liked the place quite a bit.There are many excellent hunting grounds here, and they are not publicly known to outsiders.The people here are kind and simple, and they know everything about themselves (the word like-minded can be applied to almost everyone in Kendong Falls).Hubbards had many opportunities to do things he was interested in, for example, to teach in Sunday school.He was only in the eighth grade, had a stolen mortarboard, had no education to show, and it had never occurred to Hubbard that he would be expected to teach those kids in Sunday school.

As a result, he turned out to be very popular with the Sunday school kids.He never led everyone in prayer, did not do counseling, and did not sing songs like "I Know Jesus Loves Me".Still, he's resourceful; thanks to his usual refusal to put up with shared-line calls.For example, instead of telling the story of how Jesus fed the crowd with a fish and two loaves of bread, Hubbers changed the story to say that the Son of God went hunting with a bow and arrow, shot a deer from a hundred yards away, and brought it back The town square gutted and skinned himself, and fed the venison to all present (to illustrate the story, Hubs also brought his compound hunting bow to class, and, whoosh , to shoot a bow and arrow deep into a cinderblock wall to keep the kids entertained).

Now, he had just finished teaching Sunday school and came to Emma's restaurant.The waitress greeted him.Hi Harbors, want some pie? No, give me a bottle of Vinos and a cheese frittata.Also, I want to borrow a phone Before he had finished speaking, she handed him a note.The piece of paper read: Please call JB back. She asked: Is that Jedi?Sounds a lot like him.I haven't seen him since those state troopers showed up. He ignored what she said, and only said: Don't do what you ordered just now.Then head straight for the coin-operated phones in the store.As he fumbled for the coins, his mind went back to the lunch at the River Hotel at Bedford Station two weeks earlier.Three people went to Kendong Falls that time, he, Frank.Stanley and Jedi.Barnes, they went to meet a man named Eric.Will's men meet.Because this man was a professional magician, Barnes later called him Magic Man.

When he arrived at the restaurant then, Barnes stood up with a quick smile and introduced him to Will with ten times the fanfare.Mr. Will, this is the best shot in our county, not to mention the bow and arrow.He is still a skilled worker who knows everything. Hubbards sits in the dream restaurant, feeling proud and nervous at the dream food (he never thought he'd be able to dine in the Riverside Inn one day), as he forks Food, while listening to Barnes and Stump explain why they came here to meet Will.Hubs knew that this person was like a mercenary, an adventurer chasing fame and fortune.He noticed the scars on the man's neck and the deformed fingers, and wondered what kind of battle he'd been in to cause such damage.Maybe, he ran into a petrol bomb.

Barnes was not very willing to meet Will at first, of course, he was worried that there might be a trap.But in order to reassure him, the magical man asked him to pay attention to the news in the newspaper one day.The news story was about the killing of a Mexican gardener (an illegal immigrant working for a wealthy family in a nearby town) and Will brought his wallet to show Barneys .This is his prize, like the antlers of a deer. Will got it right from the start.He told Barnes and those present that he chose the Mexican because of their group's position, and that although he personally didn't believe in their militia theories, his starting point was just to use him. The talent is just to make money.These words were immediately convinced by everyone present.During the luncheon, the magical man told them the action plan he had conceived, then shook hands with them one by one and left.A few days before, Barnes and Stump had planned to drive the hapless scapegoat, the Reverend Swenson, to New York to kill Grady on Saturday night.And as expected, he messed up his own assassination as planned.

Hubbard's task is to wait for support at any time.Mr. Will said: "In case the need arises." And now, that time has clearly arrived.He dialed Jedi.Barnes' phone number, and immediately heard a short voice from the receiver: Hello? it's me. State troopers throughout the county were looking for Barnes, so they had agreed to keep their phone calls to a minimum. Barnes said: You have to do what we said last time at lunch. Well, to the Great Lakes. That's right. Taking fishing tackle to the Great Lakes?Harpers said. Yes. no problem.when to go Now.to go right away.

knew. Barnes hung up hastily, while Hubbers replaced the omelette he had just ordered with coffee and eggs bacon, all to-go.When Barnes says immediately, it means that no matter what you are doing now, you have to leave immediately. When the food was ready, Hubers left the restaurant, started the pickup truck and drove onto the highway.He made just one stop along the way, parked his trailer, switched to an old Dodge registered to someone who didn't exist in this world, and sped off to the Great Lakes. A lake, but a specific place in New York City. The same goes for the word fishing tackle.What he carried with him was, of course, not a fishing rod and a reel.

They went back to the grave. On one side of the table, with all four feet bolted to the floor, sat a sullen Joseph.rose.He is Andrew.Constable's defender, a stocky lawyer. Charles.Grady was sitting on the other side of the table, and standing next to his bodyguard Rona.Bell.Emilia.Sachs came too; although she had left the frightening feeling of panic in the fantasy circus, this room with strong smell and yellowed and hazy windows made her feel claustrophobic again.She felt restless and kept shifting her weight back and forth. The door opened, and the guard led Constable into the room, handcuffing the prisoner's hands in front of him.Then he closed the door and went back out into the hallway.

you failed.Gladys said to him right away.His tone was calm and without any emotion, which surprised Sachs very much. What failed?Constable asked.You're talking about that stupid Ralph.Svensson? No, I'm talking about Eric.Will.Grady said. who is he?He frowned, his expression unaffected. The prosecutor told him that someone wanted to assassinate their family, and told him that the killer was a professional magician named Eric.Will. No, no, no I have nothing to do with Svensson, and I have nothing to do with this case.The man looked at the scratched desktop with a look of helplessness.Between his hands, several letters were engraved on the gray tabletop, first an A, then a C, and then an incomplete K.Charles, I've always said the same thing, I've known people who acted a little bit more violently.They see both you and the government as enemies who work for Jews, African-Americans or other nationalities. They twist my words and use my incident as an excuse to go after you.He lowered his voice and said: I repeat: I assure you that I have absolutely nothing to do with these things.

Ross told the prosecutor: "Charles, stop playing tricks.Are you trying to catch something?If you really have evidence that points to my client, then The killer, Will, killed two victims yesterday, not including a policeman.That's all felony first-degree murder.Constable's face twitched. His lawyer responded immediately.I feel quite sorry for those unfortunate cases.But I noticed you didn't charge my client because you had no evidence connecting him to Will, did you? Grady ignored him and went on: We're negotiating with Will now to see if he'd like to be turned into a tainted witness.Constable turned to Sachs, looking her up and down.He seemed quite helpless, and he cast his eyes on her as if he wanted to beg her for a little help, maybe she could come up with a different idea based on the position of a woman.But Sachs has remained silent, and Bell has also remained silent. After all, arguing with suspects is not their job.The detective was here because of Grady, and he just wanted to know more about the killer's attack on the prosecutor and whether there would be similar operations in the future.As for Sachs, she had come here to find out about Constable and his associates, in the hope of finding stronger evidence against Will. Also, she was curious about this man whom she had been told to be extremely evil and dangerous, but now she saw a sane, sentient face, deeply distressed by the events of the past few days.Rhyme was only interested in the evidence and had no patience for observing the suspect's thoughts or psychological state.But Sachs is different. She is very fascinated by the question of which is good and which is evil.For example, is the man in front of him innocent?Or just another Hitler? Constable shook his head.Hey, it doesn't make any sense to me to murder you.Even if I kill you, the government will send another prosecutor, and the trial will continue as usual, the only difference is that I have to carry one more murder case.So why should I do this?What reason should I have to kill you? Because you're a narrow-minded killer, and Constable said emotionally: I have had enough, sir, I have been arrested by you, disgraced in front of my family, abused here, and my reputation has been discredited by the newspapers.But you know what the only crime I've ever committed?He looked Grady straight in the eye and said: Ask the right questions. Andrew Ross touched his arm.But, with a loud clang, the prisoner pushed the lawyer's hand away, too angry to let it go.And now, in this very room, I'm going to repeat the only mistake I've ever made.Here comes the first attack: I ask you if you all agree that when the government grows too big, it gradually loses its connection with the people.So, how did it happen that the police in the prison used their power to insert the handle of the mop into the anus of the prisoner?What's more, it was an innocent prisoner. They've all been arrested.Grady said expressionlessly. Even if all these people go to jail, it can't restore the dignity of that poor man, am I right?And, how many others like this have not been arrested?Look at what's happening in Washington.They let terrorists come right into our country, intending to kill us, and we dare not defend ourselves, drive them away, ask them to fingerprint or carry their ID with them How about I ask another question?Do you think the government is doing the right thing by giving our tax dollars to artists?Take, for example, those who make statues of Jesus, Mary, and Joseph out of cow dung.Frankly, I don't think God minds, after all he made the sculptor and so does the cow dung.Just, why is the government giving my hard earned money to these useless guys? Neither the policeman nor Grady in the room answered. What's next for this attack?I ask you, why don't we admit that there are differences between different races and cultures?I don't mean that one race is superior to another, but I dare say that if you try to integrate the races, it will cause sadness. We've been desegregating for years, Bell said slowly: It's sinful, you know it. It used to be a crime even to sell alcohol, police detectives, it used to be a crime to work on Sundays, it used to be legal to let children as young as ten years old work in factories.Then people got smart and changed these laws because they were not in line with human nature. He leaned forward, looking from Bell to Sachs.Two police friends here have asked me to ask you a difficult question.Suppose you get a report of a possible homicide by a man who is black or Hispanic.If you met him in an alley, your finger on the trigger would be more tense here than when you met the white suspect, right?If the suspect is white and looks like a civilized man with straight teeth and clothes that don't smell like overnight pee, then you're going to pull the trigger a little slower, right?When you searched him, your movements would be lighter, right?This is my crime. The prisoner returned to his original sitting position and shook his head.that's it. Grady satirized him and said: Well said, Andrew, but before you play the persecution card, how do you explain that two weeks ago, Eric.About Will and the three having lunch at the Riverside Inn at Bedford Station?It is only two steps away from the meeting hall of the Patriotic Comrades in Kendong Falls, and only five steps away from your home. Constable blinked.Riverside Inn?He turned to look out the window.The windows were so dirty it was impossible to tell whether the sky outside was blue or a polluted yellow. Grady narrowed his eyes.how?do you know that place My lawyer touched his arm again and told him to shut up.The two whispered to each other for a while, and then Constable nodded slowly. Grady couldn't help urging.Do you know the regulars of that restaurant? Constable looked at Rose.The lawyer shook his head, and the prisoner remained silent. After waiting for a while, Grady asked again: How is your cell?Andrew? mine Your cell in a detention center. Just make do with it, you should be very clear about the situation here. It's going to be worse when you're in jail.You're bound to be sent to solitary confinement because the black majority Enough, Charles, said Rose impatiently: We don't need to know these things. The prosecutor said: "Okay, Joey, I'll just end here.So far, all I've heard is that I didn't do this, I didn't do that, that someone set him up and used him as an excuse.Well, if this is the case, he turned his head and said directly to Constable: "Then you show me your actions and prove it to me."Tell me with evidence that you have nothing to do with the assassination of my family or me, and give me the names of possible suspects.If that's the case, let's talk again. There was another chatter between client and lawyer. Rose concluded: My client was going to make a few phone calls based on the fact that we found out that he might be willing to cooperate. This is not good, give me those names now. Constable looked up worriedly, and said to Gladys: That's what I'm going to do, but I've got to make sure. I'm afraid you'll still give in to your friends?The prosecutor immediately said: Well, my friend, you said that you like to ask difficult questions, so I will ask you one now: If your friends plan to spend the rest of your life in prison, what kind of friends are you? Woolen cloth? After speaking, he stood up.If I don't hear from you before nine o'clock tonight, then tomorrow we will meet in court as originally planned.