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It was later that Saturday night Dark outside, but the lights were bright along the jail corridor Ray sat on the edge of his concrete bunk staring at the back of the drunk zonked out opposite him They were in one of ten small cells in a basement area attached to the police station They shared two concrete bunks with thin pads, a toilet with no seat and a dirty sink Ray was noearing a hot baggy jumpsuit He wondered why his cell of a door down the hallway A short youngjeans, a polo shirt and dirty sneakers strolled down the jail corridor and straight up to Ray's cell The guard at the desk near the door didn't even glance up at hiranddaddy Chip Goddard told h the bars

"Local bail bonds after you go before the judge"

"I'm not sure I'uy who arrested you, Detective Sergeant Ronald Goddard, Jr, son of the foret it?"

"Yeah, I get it I'o Everyone is named Beau, or Chip or Bubba, and everybody with power is related"

"Don't know about that, but he's not related to anybody I heard about hih school Was a few years ahead of e and was a Marine officer I decided not to do any of that, had some other stuff to do He just made Detective So, you think you're not under arrest"

"Just holding lanced around then stepped confidentially to the bars and whispered, "Hey man, did you really off the senator?"

"What?"

"Senator Towson, you do hiot a tip you were at his place today"

"Towson's dead?" Ray backed up and sat on the end of the bunk He didn't get it So Couldn't be

"Where you been? The whole country's talking about it, all over the TV Why you think you're down here, and they're upstairs running around like chickens with their heads cut off? I' deal crime of the century for them What's your middle name? The National Enquirer wanted to know They always include the middle name of assassins Like John Wilkes Booth and Lee Harvey Oswald You're gonna be a celebrity"