The problem was, it wasn’t Kyle. “Hey, Duke, this is John Marlin. Remember me? The game warden?” “Yeah, hey, how’s it going? You surprised me there. I thought it was Kyle.” “Well, I’m calling from his place.” Yeah, I know that, you tricky son of a bitch. “Kyle ain’t been poaching again, has he?” Duke said, forcing a laugh. “Damn outlaw is what he is.” “Nothing like that. I was just talking to him about a few things. And I need to chat with you for a couple minutes, too. Where are you right now?” “My office, next to the feed store.” Damn! Why had he said that? Since he was on his cell phone, he could’ve lied, said he was out of town or something. He could have bought some time and found out from Kyle what the game warden wanted. He was worried it had something to do with the exotic animals. Maybe one of his hunters had gotten nailed and pointed the finger at him. “Good. Hang tight, will you? I’ll be there in a few minutes.” “If you don’t mind me asking, what’s this about?”
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