He turned off the lake road about six miles northeast of Stony, at a black sign shaped like an elephant with tusks lifted. The white letters of the sign said kenya drive—private. A hundred yards in, a gate with iron bars blocked the drive. Gun stopped his truck and got out. The gate hadn’t been here nine years ago. Neither had the twelve-foot-high chain-link fence that reached away in both directions, sealing off Hedman’s property. Maybe Lyle was as paranoid as Tig said he was. On the other side of the gate stood a young man wearing an orange sleeveless jumpsuit—probably sleeveless because the man’s upper arms were too big to fit inside a shirt. Gun estimated his height at five-ten, his weight at 230. He had the kind of body Gun had noticed on lots of young men recently, bulky and smooth and designed for the rather limited task of moving heavy barbells up and down. At the man’s side was a.38 in a holster with a safety strap. As Gun walked toward the gate, he took from his trouser pocket a receipt for two hundred-pound bags of cement he’d purchased from Darwin’s Lumber in Stony.
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