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million in total.

Rydell, having become a cop in trouble, was glad to find that Cops
in Trouble was right there for him. They'd hired Aaron Pursley, for starters, and of
course Rydell knew who he was from the show. He had that gray hair, those blue eyes, that
nose you could split kindling with, and wore jeans, Tony Lama boots, and plain white
oxford-cloth pima cotton cowboy business shirts with Navajo-silver bob-ties. He was famous
and he defended cops like Rydell from people like Turvey's girlfriend and her lawyer.

Jenni-Rae Cline's lawyer maintained that Rydell shouldn't have been
in her apartment at all, that he'd endangered her life and her children's by so doing, and
that he'd killed Kenneth Turvey in the process, Mr. Turvey being described as a skilled
craftsman, a steady worker, a loving father-figure for little Rambo and Kelly, a
born-again Christian, a recovering addict to 4-Thiobuscaline, and the family's sole means
of support.

'Recovering?' Rydell asked Karen Mendelsohn in his room in the
airport Executive Suites. She'd just shown him the fax from Jenni-Rae's lawyer.

'Apparently he'd been to a meeting that very day,' Karen said.

'What did he do there?' Rydell asked, remembering the Last Supper in
drying blood.

'According to our witnesses, he openly horned a tablespoon of his
substance of choice, took the podium by force, and delivered a thirty-minute rant on
President Milibank's pantyhose and the assumed current state of her genitalia. He then
exposed himself, masturbated but did not ejaculate, and left the basement of the First
Baptist Church.'

'Jesus,' Rydell said. 'And this was at one of those drug meetings,
like A.A.?'

'It was,' Karen Mendelsohn said, 'though apparently Turvey's
performance has triggered an unfortunate sequence of relapses. We'll send in a team of
counselors, of course, to work with those who were at the meeting.'

'That's nice,' Rydell said.

'Look good in court,' she said, 'in the unlikely event we ever get
there.'

'He wasn't recovering,' Rydell said. 'Hadn't even
recovered from the last bunch he jammed up his nose.'

'Apparently true,' she said. 'But he was also a member of Adult
Survivors of Satanism, and they are starting to take an interest in this case. Therefore,
both Mr. Pursley and Mr. Ma feel it best we coast it but soon, Berry. You and me.'

'But what about the court stuff?'