“Who is this old friend?” “Hakeem Kaspar.” “Yes,” said Ching, “he is a lineman for the county.” “That’s him!” Ching said, “He rides the main road.” “Vernon will be so happy.” “Like most days, he’s been searchin’ in the sun for another overload,” Ching said. “Do you have an address for him?” “His place is on the old Apache Trail. It’s a dirt road with no signs. I’ll draw you a little map. You’ll be there in ten minutes at this time of day. At night, in May, with the spring insects at their peak, spattering your windshield, and the bats swarming, you’d need twenty minutes, maybe more. Go while
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