I didn’t mind Bull’s company one bit, even though his presence kept Mathias and me from being alone together. But Bull was entertaining, and told me straight away about his cousin out in Montana, who had a lead on the whole Malcolm Carter mystery. “Harry Carter’s wife, out near Bozeman, found a few letters five years back or so. She’d be happy to mail them to me, she said.” “From Malcolm?” I asked eagerly. Bull nodded, cracking a can. He offered one to Mathias, who shook his head, silently holding up his coffee. Bull went on, answering my question, “Yes ma’am.” “Sounds like a road trip,” Mathias said then. “Next summer maybe?” I wasn’t sure if he was asking me to join him or just mentioning this in the abstract, but I heard myself say, “For sure.” It was nearing late afternoon when I told Mathias that I should probably head home; I was utterly reluctant to go, as I didn’t know when I might see him again before next weekend.
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