Around midnight, Sue, dressed in some of Maggie Witbier's old clothes, decided to burglarize the Sheriff's house. Taking the keys that I had found on ...the Sheriff's watch chain, she made her way behind buildings to a small frame house next to the town bank.Using a knife, she pushed the latch open on a window and crawled into the house. She found herself in the Sheriff's bedroom. It had already been ransacked, clothes were strewn across the floor and the mattress had been slashed, its ticking. Every muscle in her body contracted, her back arched, and even her toes curled up and cramped almost painfully. Anna sat bolt upright in her hospital bed, gasping for breath, her tongue thick and swollen in her mouth. So dry . . . need water . . . she scrabbled for the water cup, almost had it . . . It tipped and fell off the nightstand onto her breast, the improperly fastened lid popping off and spilling the precious liquid onto her cotton gown. Cold. She was always cold now, but once she’d. I don’t know the area well enough but we’ll look for a similar spot to this one.”“There are a couple of spots down there. One, the closest, is probably the best.”“Okay. People, let’s get moving!”We were heading into Henderson when the south guards radioed that the Memphians were approaching their position. They only had small arms. I radioed back saying, “Stay down. After they pass, pick off stragglers. You can’t stop them or really even delay them. Once it’s clear, start back but be ready to. He shook his head, looked around the little room again, then down at the handcuffs on his wrists – and the ankle shackles binding him to the floor. Acoustic tiles, a one-way mirror, all props right out of central casting, Bianchi thought. A gray metal desk, three grey metal chairs, two lights in the ceiling, everything coated with the brown sheen of cigarette smoke. Decades of oily shit, coating everything, probably his lungs now too, he thought. None of it mattered though. He knew his dad.