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Normally this would be a dusty hot place. Now the sun was blasting away and the ground was steaming. It must have rained all night and most of the morning. Outside in the gravel lot the heat was up. I was pushed through the door with a hand flat on my back. He too was a medium white man in good shape. Then the guy with the shotgun, walking backward, still with the big black barrel pointing at me. 'OK, make a note, he's said nothing,' he grunted.

He glanced round his three fellow officers. He would just drive me to the station house and then I would become someone else's problem. He had the calm of a man whose moment of danger had passed. 'Do you understand your rights?' the guy called Baker asked me again. He has to tell you silence is your right but he hates it if you exercise that right. Long experience had taught me that absolute silence is the best way. 'Do you understand your rights?' he said again.ДЄgain I didn't respond. He spoke like he knew what it meant and why it was important.

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Should you be unable to afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you by the State of Georgia free of charge. You have the right to representation by an attorney. Anything you say may be used as evidence against you. 'You are under arrest for murder,' he said. The acetate nameplate above his shirt pocket said: Baker. I saw the sergeant acknowledge the shakes of the heads. The backup team came in through the kitchen. The shotgun covered me as the sergeant holstered his revolver and unclipped the handcuffs from his belt and clicked them on my wrists. The guy with the revolver was a sergeant. Not if they brought along their whole police department with howitzers. I slid slowly out of the booth and extended my wrists to the officer with the revolver. The guy with the shotgun was still screaming and jumping. The guy with the revolver had narrowed his angle and couldn't risk hitting his partner. A blast into the ceiling perhaps and an elbow into the policeman's face and the shotgun could have been mine. If I had to, I might have lunged for the shotgun barrel and forced it up. The guy with the revolver started in from the door. Plenty of sound and fury to soften the target. Blowing off his tension and trying to scare me. The revolver could miss in a close-quarters struggle and a long-range shotgun blast from the door would kill the arresting officer and the old guy in the rear booth as well as me. The shotgun up close could splatter me all over the window. The revolver at the door could cover the room with a degree of accuracy. The guy with the shotgun approached close. He went into a crouch and pointed the weapon two-handed. The guy with the revolver stayed at the door. Kept my hands above the table and drained my cup.

Folded the abandoned newspaper into a square and shoved it into my coat pocket. I crammed egg into my mouth and trapped a five under the plate. So the heavy weapons and the rush weren't for any of them. He would ask them to come down to the station house. Any problem with any of them and an embarrassed sergeant would have shuffled in. The other five had probably been here all their lives. I had been in town less than a half hour. One revolver and one shotgun ran to the back. Red and blue light in the raindrops on my window.

They were moving fast and crunched to a stop. I saw the police cruisers pull into the gravel lot. Outside, the rain had stopped but the glass was still pebbled with bright drops. I was in a booth, at a window, reading somebody's abandoned newspaper about the campaign for a president I didn't vote for last time and wasn't going to vote for this time. A doorway where the center booth would be. Narrow, with a long lunch counter on one side and a kitchen bumped out back. Brand-new, built to resemble a converted railroad car. The diner was small, but bright and clean. All the way from the highway to the edge of town. I was wet and tired after a long walk in heavy rain. This book is dedicated to the two of them, in appreciation of their efforts, which went far beyond the call of duty. My agent is Darley Anderson in London my editor is David Highfill in New York.ДЄn ocean apart, they worked hard side by side to get this writer his break.

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