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Here’s a booby in need of a hatch.Worse, he had earlier lied to Mr. Truman, and now he would have to admit to that lie.[293] He had not reported his weird conversations with Mysterious Caller because even that stuff had seemed too wickedly strange to be believed. He had hoped that if he just talked about a heavy-breathing pervert, Mr. Truman would track back the calls, find the scumbag—assuming that Mysterious Caller was a scumbag—and get to the bottom of twice too often and who hated unforthcoming slopbuckets. By not telling Mr. Truman the full truth earlier in the evening, Fric had dug a hole this bizarreness.Mr. Truman had asked if Fric was telling him everything, and Fric had said, “Sure. It was this breather,” which is where the lie had been told.Now Fric would have to admit that he’d not been what cops called “entirely forthcoming,” and cops on TV weren’t happy with dirtbags who withheld information. From then on, Mr. Truman would be rightly suspicious of him, wondering if the son of the biggest movie star in the world was actually just another sleazeball in the making.Yet he had to tell Mr. Truman about Mysterious Caller in order to tell him about the Robin Goodfellow who was actually Moloch, and he had to tell him about Moloch in order to prepare him for the story of the totally insane events that had happened in the attic.This seemed like way too much crazy stuff to explain to anyone in one big load, let alone to a cynical ex-cop who had seen it all
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