“You’re crazy, but I like your    
kind of crazy. You saved Dodger’s life,
you know.”                             
     “Nope. As far as I know for sure, 
he’s still back there hiding.”         
     While Denise went to stash Dodger,
I went in to see Sherrie. I told her   
what happened, and then got angry, but 
I didn’t want to go too overboard about
it, just in case that made her suspi-  
cious.                                 
     She was telling me to calm down,  
when Denise joined us.                 
     “I understand your anger, but it’s
Company policy, and I can’t do anything
about it.”                             
     “Somebody should,” I said.        
     “Bring it up at the next meeting,”
Sherrie told me.                       
     “What happens now?” Denise asked. 
*      “After everyone leaves, we’ll lay   
traps, and then do a really thorough   
search,” she said, and then looked     
right at me, before adding, “Sometimes,
they get away. It’s not unheard of, but
most of the time, they don’t.”         
     I didn’t think of it, but I’m glad
Denise did, “Won’t that contaminate    
everything, if you don’t find him?     
Won’t you have to shut everything down,
because of it.”                        
     “We could, but it’s not really    
necessary. The Independent Company,    
that certifies us, allows for something
like this in their Mathematical Contam-
ination Model.”                        
     I had no idea what that meant,    
because all I really heard was that it 
wasn’t necessary, and I almost jumped  
out of my chair and started getting    
angry for real.                        



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