Surprised to hear Deputy Sheriff Dixon calling from his piece-of-shit trailer outside Calexico. Rigney could practically smell the ratty boar's head on the wall. "Just got a call from a waitress at the Park 'n Eat," Dixon told him. "A diner up by Thermal. Technically, that's in Riverside County, out of my jurisdiction, but—" "Get to the point, Dixon, before global warming fries our asses." "Payne and the kid were there. Had breakfast this morning. Want to know what they ate?" "She's sure it's them? She's absolutely sure?" Excitement bubbling up like the oil at the tar pits. "She I.D.'ed them from a TV report. Said the guy was a real smart-ass." "That'd be Payne." "He used the pay phone. Twice. One call out, one call in." "You gonna subpoena the numbers?" "Don't need to. My sister-in-law works at the phone company. I'll have everything in an hour." "Can't wait to see that bastard's face when I bust him." Thinking the A-Form would report that the subject resisted arrest, resulting in his subsequent injuries.
