Evildoers, the unlucky, and our most faithful customers, the plain rock-stupid, are generally open for business well before noon, and then of course you build through the day Saturday to your big night of the week for bad behavior. I thought I’d give myself a ride over to Manchester that Saturday and have a visit with Emory O’Connor, see if I couldn’t get some kind of an idea about who it was we were dealing with at the Russians’ place. Then later on, I meant to poke around here and there, try to start Sean out of whatever hole he’d gone down. Deputy Keen, I guessed, would be doing the same. I was pretty sure Emory would be working, too. Saturday is a busy day in the real estate business, as in sheriffing. Is that because home buyers forget for the weekend that they’re going to have to work to earn the money to pay off all the debt they’re about to go into? I don’t know. Emory O’Connor did very well. He had his office in a nice old brick house right on the green in Manchester.
