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But… It’s already pathetic to look at the poor guy, so I give up the idea and go to the door to the backyard. I open it, and Mr. Laurie rushes out, not even embarrassed by the light drizzle. I escorted him into the gazebo, where Jeanne had thoughtfully left a pot of tea, a couple of cups, and a basket of muffins.

Except it’s a shame it’s all a waste of time. I’d rather break my fingers than pretend to be a welcoming hostess in front of this guy. That’s always the way with moonshiners: they mistake even common courtesy for weakness, and will gladly clutch at the throat of what they think is their unwilling prey.

I settle comfortably on the bench, slip the patchwork plaid over my lap, and take a bite out of my muffin. Mr. Laurie busily lays out the plastic white folders, nudges them to my side of the table. I don’t even touch them.

– Mr. Shad’Far has seen fit to share this information with you.

– What information?

– It’s all there. – Laurie points to the folders with a glance. – He prefers to play fair, and reveals his cards.