"Now who the hell wants to talk to me so bad that he will take hostages," I wondered out loud. "Do we have an ID on him?" Fugitive named Tommy Kilborn... He is a well dressed guy, to well dressed to be doing this. Usually you think of a nut case. He seems to be with it. Said he wasn't talking to nobody but you," the Deputy said."Well let's go do it. How are you communicating with him?" I asked."He gave me his cell number. I wasn't sure we wanted to put it out on the radio," he said."That was damn. "For the most part, those are the ones who make the best guards," Torbert said."They are the ones who have had to work most of their lives, I would guess," Jorgarn said. "Or at least wanted to work. Those are the ones I focus my efforts on. The rest the Symingtons I generally ignore." So how do I keep the Lippits and the Renoits from falling in with the Symingtons and the Peths?" Torbert asked. It was rhetorical and he was surprised when Jorgarn answered."If it were me, I would no longer admit. After doing what he had to do, Bill went down town and just started to wander around. It had been awhile since he had been in the loop. He remembered he used to go to the show to keep his mind off Amber when she was still working so he thought hed give it a try. He found a movie that sounded interesting, got some popcorn and went in. It didnt work. He just sat there thinking about Amber and what he was going to do without her. He finally got up and left in the middle of the show. He wandered. Rubbing my eyes and stretching, I realized that I didn't want to read any more Gillespie. I didn't want to read Jens Peter Jacobsen, either. I thought of Alice. I had looked her up. And she'd made a remark about an article of mine.In the library, at the bibliography table, I thought I'd look in the most recent volume. "Singleton, A." had two entries: a Ford and a Haggard. The previous year listed a piece on A.E. Coppard, whoever he (or she?) was. And the one before that featured an article on.