Good thing you didnt think it over, Dino said. Devine was standing across the street from where Jennifer Stamos had lived in Hamilton Heights, near Harlem. And where she had now died. He had found her home address on a database at work. He had read the cryptic message a dozen times.You can only love one person. That might be significant. Stamos had loved Ewes. Had Ewes loved someone else before? And because her love had moved on to Stamos, she had lost? And so had Stamos? And what did the sender mean by it not being pretty? Or fun? My wife thinks chickens are dumb. Theres a man down the road who raises them. He trades us dressed hens and eggs for honey and butter and trout, but we make him catch his own. Trout, I mean. Left or right? Dino asked. There was no wallet or purse inside the big bag, though — no drivers license or credit cards, just some makeup, etcetera. Shes likely a pro, but not a great one, or youd be the one in the meat wagon. Is he new? I said to Gallops. Yes. I concede nothing. And what does it matter now? Chapter Twenty-Three What about it? But he didnt? The last one, I said, perhaps a little dreamily. I remember the last one. A rare gem of an idea. Maybe even one without price. Its still kind of hard to decide. I remember that I had to get all dressed up in a suit and tie and drive into Washington and have lunch at the Jockey Club and drink four martinis while I listened to your invitation to hop on the bandwagon for twelve hundred and fifty a week plus expenses. It was January thirteenth, as I recall, 1972. That was the last one you guys came up with. Wilbur Mills for President. Jesus. Im not joking. Of course, we havent talked to you, yet. Dino handed him a sheet of paper with a lot of names typed on it. These are all the people who are considered candidates for being the lunatic. Do you know any of them? Well, said Devine, in the past, they used to hangtraitors. So you knew what was in here?.