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learn if Stinky Cheese Man was dead and to give him a scare if he wasn’t.He took with him the 9-mm pistol and a fresh sound suppressor.At the door to the dark room, the stench of the incapacitated captive could be detected even in the hallway. Past the threshold, what had been a mere stink became a miasma that even Corky, an ardent suitor of the weapon against Dalton’s cracked lips.Instead of turning his head away, the lover of Dickens and Twain and Dickinson boldly opened his mouth and bit the barrel, though this act had the flair of Hemingway. His eyes were fiery with defiance. Behind the wheel of the sedan, parked across the street from the Laputa house, trying to get a grip on himself, Hazard thought of his Granny Rose, his dad’s mother, who believed in mojo though she didn’t practice it, believed in poltergeists though none had ever dared to trash her well-of chaos, found less than charming.He switched on the lamp and went to the bed.As stubborn as he was stinky,his wife and daughter had been tortured, raped, and murdered.“What kind of selfish bastard are you?” Corky asked, his voice thick with contempt.Weak, having for so long received all liquid by intravenous drip, kept perilously close to mortal dehydration, Maxwell Dalton could not have replied except in a fragile voice so full of rasp and squeak as to be comical. He answered, therefore, only with his hate-filled stare.Corky pressed the muzzle