No swing, no rockers, no cheery welcome mat by either

of the two doors. The one on the left was half glass

and no curtains blocked a view of a kitchen so spartan

and uncluttered, so lacking in soft touches of color or

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superfluous knickknacks, that Richards instantly knew

that no woman lived here.

The door on the right opened into a large and equally

tidy office. More straight wooden chairs stood in front

of a wide desk where an open laptop and some manila

file folders lay. The top angled around to the side to

hold a sleek combination printer, fax, and copier. A

lamp sat on a low file cabinet beneath the side window

to complete the office’s furnishings. Both the desk and

the worn leather chair behind it were positioned so that

Lomax could work with his back to the rear wall and see

someone at the door before they knocked.

He sat, pulled the laptop closer and tapped on the

keys. “I’m assuming you’re only interested in the peo-

ple working here now? Not the ones who moved to the

other farms?”

“Everybody here on that last Sunday you saw your

boss,” said Richards.

“Right.”

More tapping, then the printer came to life with a

twinkle of lights and an electronic hum as sheets of

paper began to slide smoothly into the front tray.

“Two copies enough?”

“Could you make it three?” Richards asked.

“No problem.”

They waited while Lomax aligned the pages and sta-

pled each set.

“The first list, that’s the names of everybody working

here on the first of January. The ones with Xs in front

of them are those we fired or who quit.”

“Any of them leave mad?”

“Yeah, but Harris didn’t have anything to do with

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them, if that’s what you’re asking. I was the one fired

their sorry asses.” His fingers touched the names in

question. “These two were always drunk. This one was

a troublemaker. Couldn’t get along with anybody. This

one went off his nut. Those five just quit. Said they

were going back to Mexico.”

Richards and Denning made notations of his remarks

on the pages he’d given them. “And the rest?” she

asked.

“They’re the ones we moved over to one of the other

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