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long this will take. It took me two days to get clearance on the Amblers. Do you want the whole thing—pictures, documentation?”
    “No. Just a resume. And a phone number.”
    She cut out, still not saying good-bye. If phones still had receivers, Ramirez would be a great one for hanging up on people. I highwired the vidcam footage and the eisenstadts in to the paper and then fed the eisenstadt cartridge into the developer. I was more than a little curious about what kind of pictures it would take, in spite of the fact that it was trying to do me out of a job. At least it used high-res film and not some damn two-hundred-thousand-pixel TV substitute. I didn’t believe it could compose, and I doubted if the eisenstadt would be able todo foreground-background either, but it might, under certain circumstances, get a picture I couldn’t.
    The doorbell rang. I answered the door. A lanky young man in a Hawaiian shirt and baggies was standing on the front step, and there was another man in a Society uniform out in the driveway.
    “Mr. McCombe?” he said, extending a hand. “Jim Hunter. Humane Society.”
    I don’t know what I’d expected—that they wouldn’t bother to trace the call? That they’d let somebody get away with leaving a dead animal on the road?
    “I just wanted to stop by and thank you on behalf of the Society for phoning in that report on the jackal. Can I come in?”
    He smiled, an open, friendly, smug smile, as if he expected me to be stupid enough to say, “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” and slam the screen door on his hand.
    “Just doing my duty,” I said, smiling back at him.
    “Well, we really appreciate responsible citizens like you. It makes our job a whole lot easier.” He pulled a folded readout from his shirt pocket. “I just need to double-check a couple of things. You’re a reporter for Sun-Co, is that right?”
    “Photojournalist,” I said.
    “And the Hitori you were driving belongs to the paper?”
    I nodded.
    “It has a phone. Why didn’t you use it to make the call?”
    The uniform was bending over the Hitori.
    “I didn’t realize it had a phone. The paper just bought the Hitoris. This is only the second time I’ve had one out.”
    Since they knew the paper had had phones put in, they also knew what I’d just told them. I wondered where they’d gotten the info. Public phones were supposed to betap free, and if they’d read the license number off one of the cameras, they wouldn’t know who’d had the car unless they’d talked to Ramirez, and if they’d talked to her, she wouldn’t have been talking blithely about the last thing she needed being trouble with the Society.
    “You didn’t know the car had a phone,” he said, “so you drove to—” He consulted the readout, somehow giving the impression he was taking notes. I’d have bet there was a taper in the pocket of that shirt. “—the 7-Eleven at McDowell and Fortieth Street, and made the call from there. Why didn’t you give the Society rep your name and address?”
    “I was in a hurry,” I said. “I had two assignments to cover before noon, the second out in Scottsdale.”
    “Which is why you didn’t render assistance to the animal either. Because you were in a hurry.”
    You bastard, I thought. “No,” I said. “I didn’t render assistance because there wasn’t any assistance to be rendered. The—it was dead.”
    “And how did you know that, Mr. McCombe?”
    “There was blood coming out of its mouth,” I said.
    I had thought that that was a good sign, that he wasn’t bleeding anywhere else. The blood had come out of Aberfan’s mouth when he tried to lift his head, just a little trickle, sinking into the hard-packed snow. It had stopped before we even got him into the car. “It’s all right, boy,” I told him. “We’ll be there in a minute.”
    Katie started the Jeep, killed it, started it again, backed it up to where she could turn around.
    Aberfan lay limply across my