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Monday
Physically, Dave Jackson was as different
from Bobby as a heart from a spade. They must've made an
interesting pair: where Bobby had been slight and dark, Dave was
tall and stocky, with abundant curly, reddish-blond hair, bright
blue eyes, and a face full of golden freckles.
He met her at the door of the house, opening
it before she had a chance to knock, and invited her into a small,
cheaply furnished living room. She refused a beer but accepted a
glass of iced tea, a move she regretted with the first sip. It was
syrupy sweet, but Cathy drank it anyway. Dave brought himself a
beer and settled on a sofa that struggled under his weight and
threatened to give up if he moved too suddenly.
"I saw you at Bobby's funeral, didn't I?" he
asked. "You were with the lawyer.
