Chapter SixOfficer Kevin Kelly stood with his feet planted apart, his hands folded over his crotch, and listened with a frown to Wallace Hicks. Blabbity-blabbity pixels, blabbity-blabbity ethernet . . . Jesum crow! Trained though he was for police work, experienced though he was at disentangling the confused and often aimless narratives of local citizens, Kevin Kelly’s ears refused to focus. Shut up! he wanted to shout. I’m here to speak with Roosevelt Sherman! who turned the New England Patriots from a joke into Superbowl champions! Not you, you stoned freak.
His eyes behind their sunglasses, resolutely aimed at the tires he had been called here to examine, kept straying to the sneakered feet nearby. The legendary feet of Rosey Sherman. Size twelve at least. The very same feet that ran 6
