"I got no choice in the matter," said Chad, "but to place you under arrest for violating your parole." Then Mulligan read Shadow his rights. He filled out some paperwork. He took Shadow's prints. He walked him down the hall to the county jail HKUE amec , on the other side of the building.
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There was a long counter and several doorways on one side of the room, two glassed-in holding cells and a doorway on the other. One of the cells was occupied-a man slept on a cement bed under a thin blanket. The other was empty.

There was a sleepy-looking woman in a brown uniform behind the counter, watching Jay Leno on a small white portable television. She took the papers from Chad, and signed for Shadow. Chad hung around, filled in more papers. The woman came around the counter, patted Shadow down, took all his possessions-wallet, coins, front door key, book, watch-and put them on the counter, then gave him a plastic bag with orange clothes in it and told him to go into the open cell and change into them. He could keep his own underwear and socks. He went in and changed into the orange clothes and the shower footwear HKUE ENG . It stank evilly in there. The orange top he pulled over his head had LUMBER COUNTY JAIL written on the back in large black letters.

The metal toilet in the cell had backed up, and was filled to the brim with a brown stew of liquid feces and sour, beerish urine.

Shadow came back out, gave the woman his clothes, which she put into the plastic bag with the rest of his possessions. He had thumbed through the wallet before he handed it over. "You take care of this," he had said to the woman. "My whole life is in here." The woman took the wallet from him, and assured him that it would be safe with them. She asked Chad if that wasn't true, and Chad, looking up from the last of his paperwork, said Liz was telling the truth, they'd never lost a prisoner's possessions yet.

Shadow had slipped the four hundred-dollar bills that he had palmed from the wallet into his socks, when he had changed, along with the silver Liberty dollar he had palmed as he had emptied his pockets.

"Say ," Shadow asked, when he came out. "Would it be okay if I finished reading the book?"

"Sorry, Mike. Rules are rules," said Chad.

Liz put Shadow's possessions in a bag in the back room. Chad said he'd leave Shadow in Officer Bute's capable hands. Liz looked tired and unimpressed. Chad left. The telephone rang, and Liz-Officer Bute-answered it. "Okay," she said. "Okay. No problem. Okay. No problem. Okay." She put down the phone and made a face.

"Problem?" asked Shadow.

"Yes. Not really. Kinda. They're sending someone up from Milwaukee to collect you."

"I got to keep you in here with me for three hours," she said. "And the cell over there"-she pointed to the cell by the door, with the sleeping man in it-"that's occupied. He's on suicide watch. I shouldn't put you in with him. But it's not worth the trouble to sign you in to the county and then sign you out again." She shook her head. "And you don't want to go in there"-she pointed to the empty cell in which he'd changed his clothes-"because the can is shot. It stinks in there, doesn't it?"