He pressed the intercom on his desk. “Shingleton, you had a look at this kid when he came through. I want you to radio his description to the state police. Say I’d like him identified the quickest they can. While you’re at it, check if he matches any description we have in the files. He has no job and no money, but he sure looks well fed. I want to know why.” “So you’re determined to push this thing,” the kid said. “That’s wrong. I’m not the one who’s pushing.”
