Knocking at the door. We were out on the patio, me, Bernie, Suzie. They’d been talking about the Greed Case. I’d been watching Bernie. He had some burger patties on a plate, and was moving toward the grill.
“Should I get that?” Suzie said.
“Thanks,” said Bernie, dropping the first patty on the grill. I moved a little closer.
Suzie went into the house. Bernie got the rest of the burgers going. How many? Don’t ask me. All I knew was there was enough for everybody. I heard Suzie’s footsteps coming back. And what was that? Other footsteps, too, heavy ones. I turned toward the back door. Suzie came out, two men beside her, a bald one and a white-haired one. I recognized them from the box canyon. The bald one had a gun to Suzie’s head. The white-haired one – Freddie Dancer – had a gun, too. His was pointed at Bernie.
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