Back at Descartes' lab. . .
The terminal was crammed as tight as a new pack of cigarettes. From his vantage in the balcony, Belkins was able to see O’ Malley sitting in the Panorama, gun and hat resting on the bar, drinking what looked like a Pina Colada with a little umbrella. For once, O’ Malley couldn’t see him or if he had, was pretending not to notice.
Part of the neighbor's front yard caved in a week earlier then Heffler's porch began slanting in that direction. He couldn't sit in his rocker any longer because it slid. Florence had seen the chair at a Stuckeys in Kingsport, Tennessee and driven it all the way up 81 sticking out the trunk of his Camero. Got pulled by State Troopers twice but didn't get off the Interstate. Paid the