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the stamp collector, Keller. Is there a Mexican stamp with a famous standoff pictured on it?”
    “A famous standoff? What’s a famous standoff?”
    “I don’t know. The Alamo, maybe.”
    “The Alamo wasn’t a standoff. It was a massacre, everybody got killed.”
    “If you say so.”
    “And the Mexicans wouldn’t put it on a stamp. It’s the Texans who made a shrine out of the place.”
    “The ones who got massacred.”
    “Well, not the same ones, but other Texans. The Mexicans would just as soon forget the whole thing.”
    “All right,” she said. “Forget the Alamo. Forget the Maine, too, while you’re at it. If you want to know why they call it a Mexican standoff, I’m sure you can look it up. Spend an afternoon at the library, ask the lady at the research desk to help you out. That’s what she’s there for, Keller.”
    “Dot . . .”
    “Keller, it’s an expression. Who cares where it came from?”
    “It won’t keep me up nights.”
    “And who cares about the money? You don’t. It’s not about the money, is it?”
    He thought about it. “No,” he said. “I guess not.”
    “It’s about being right. They don’t pay you, they’re saying you’re wrong. You settle for half, you’re admitting you’re wrong.”
    “But I did what I was supposed to do, Dot! They didn’t say go there and wait for instructions. They didn’t say find the guy and count to ten. They said—“
    “I know what they said, Keller.”
    “Well.”
    “You were in a hurry,” she said, “because of the way things have been going lately, and because there’s always the shadow of Roger lurking in the wings. On the one hand you’re absolutely right, you did what you were supposed to do, but there’s something else to think about that’s got nothing to do with the client.”
    “What’s that?”
    “Normally you take your time,” she said. “A couple of days, anyway. Sometimes a week, sometimes longer.”
    “So?”
    “Why, Keller?”
    “Why was I in a hurry? You just told me why I was in a hurry.”
    She shook her head. “Why do you take your time? I’ll tell you, Keller, sometimes it’s frustrating for the folks on the home front. You don’t just take your time. You dawdle.”
    “I dawdle?”
    “You probably don’t, but it seems that way from a distance. And it’s not just because there’s a good place for breakfast, or the motel television set gets HBO. You take your time so you can make sure you do the job right.”
    She went on talking and he found himself nodding. He got the point. Because he’d been in such a rush, Murray had seen it coming, had been reaching for a gun when Keller got to him. If the desk drawer had been open to begin with, if Murray had been a little bit faster or Keller a little bit slower . . .
    “I’m not saying it’s anything to worry about,” Dot said. “It’s over and you came out of it okay. But you might want to think about it.”
    “I’ll think about it,” he said, “whether I want to or not.”
    “I suppose you will. Keller?”
    “What?”
    “You’re fussing with your thumb.”
    “I am?”
    “The funny one. I forget what you called it.”
    “Murderer’s thumb.”
    “Rubbing it, hiding it behind your fingers.”
    “Just a nervous habit,” he said.
    “I suppose twiddling it would be worse. Look, lighten up, huh? Nothing went wrong, you went out and came back the same day, and on an hourly basis I’d say you made out like a bandit.”
    “I guess.”
    “But?”
    “I was thinking about Elwood Murray.”
    “Never think about them, Keller.”
    “I hardly ever do. Murray, though, he got killed for no reason.”
    She was shaking her head. “There’s always a reason,” she said. “He pissed somebody off. Then he straightened it out, but how long would it stay that way? How long before he pissed somebody else off big-time, and somebody picked up a phone?”
    “He did look like the kind of guy who would piss people off.”
    “There you go,” she said.

Nineteen
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    “I suppose I should be glad you recognize my voice,” Dot said. “You haven’t heard it much lately, have you?”
    “I guess not.”
    “I turned a couple of things down,” she said, “because they didn’t smell right. But this one smells as good as morning coffee, and we’re definitely the first ones called, so you won’t have to be looking over your shoulder all the time. So why don’t you get on a train and I’ll tell you all about it?”
    “Hold on,”