X 4 HOW I FOUND MY SHADOW AT LAST, AND WHAT IT DID 41 “Under the bed is not a new concept,” said Lieutenant Rowley. “But you pushed that sucker way back there. Were you afraid someone would steal your winnings?” Lieutenant Rowley raised his rust-colored eyebrows toward his crinkly, rust-colored hair. The wrinkles in his forehead deepened, and his mouth stretched into a narrow line. Creases like hatchet marks appeared on his leathery cheeks. He was smiling. It was 4:56 A.M., and Rowley had been having a wonderful time since 3:30, when he and Officer Treuhaft, a human totem pole swathed in blue, had awakened Nettie and Clark, charged into my room, read my Miranda rights, and arrested me for the murder of a man named Minor Keyes. Rowley was just getting into his stride. “I didn’t win that money. I brought it with me from New York.” “Do you always take along five or six hundred dollars when you go out of town?” For the fourth or fifth time, I said, “I didn’t know if my ATM card would work here.
