![]() ![]() “Kind of narrows the range, doesn’t it.” She pursed her lips, looking out the windows, and then said, “I asked him. At that point, Goodman had no reason to go after me. “I’m not asking what you hope,” Jake said. Tried to make conversation as they watched politicians and hustlers streaming into Westboro’s: “Was Howard Barber the guy who had me beaten up?” Now she nodded: “Maybe you’ll learn to trust me.” Just don’t freeze and leave me on the street.” Jake looked at his watch and yawned nervously. “People grabbing the good seats that aren’t reserved.” “There’ll be a lot of traffic, starting just before noon,” Madison said. They drove back to Westboro’s and parked a block away, where they could see the front of the parking garage. ![]() He got a ball-peen hammer at a Home Depot on Broad Street and a pair of cotton work gloves. He smiled at her: “I was hoping you’d offer.” “That would be the pessimistic version of it,” Jake said. “Wait at Mom’s house until I find out whether you’re dead?” “So what am I supposed to do?” she asked. I can’t do it for long, but I can do it for a few hundred yards.” “If I walk on a left tiptoe, I don’t limp. He outlined his idea, and she said, “If anyone sees you going in, they’ll tell the police that it was a man with a limp. ![]()
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