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"Sorry," I say, not knowing what else to. I add: "People call me Scout." Not really sure why I told him my name, but having already done so I spit in my hand and extend if for a shake.

"Gross," he says with a disgusted glance at the tiny amount of spittle on my palm, looking at it as if I'd just barfed on it. He adds: "I know who you are, Jean Louise Finch. I know everything about this town. And don't be sorry. It's not like you killed 'em."

I open my mouth, not sure what to say, but he speaks again, interrupting me. "Then again... they did die, thanks to people like you." Then he adds: "The name's Scarab. Joe Scarab." His arms are folded.

"What do you mean by that!?" I finally manage to say, whilst wiping my hand off on my jeans.

"It's my name. Jooe Scaa-raab. Sheesh yer slow."

"No not that, the other part! Whadayou mean people like me killed your parents!?"

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