Now the matter was simple. He leaned over the seat and slapped Perlmutter on the side of the face, hard. Saliva drizzled steadily from his mouth as he bent over the wallet. He found the seatbelt clasp, lost it, found it again, and pushed it.
He tried to call up an image of his study in Brookline. Seven hundred four days. At last he came out with three dollars. '7Henry stood in the thickening snow, turned away from the worst of the wind and looking over his left shoulder at the Winnebago, waiting for Underhill to come back out.
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