Jacob did so. He smiled. "Amazing. Your arm feels warm to my right hand and cold to my left." Jacob turned to Deputy Willis. "The same arm," he said. "And it feels entirely different." He gestured to Deputy Marsh. "Want to try it?"
Jacob said, "Reminds me of this case I had once."
Rose sighed loudly, but Jacob knew she liked his stories.
"Guy decided to rob a fraternity house late at night, on a night when there had been a late snow. Flat, untouched snow leading up to the door. So he says to himself 'If I walk in backward, they'll think it was somebody from inside who stole the stuff, because there won't be any tracks leading in.' "
"Not a bad plan."
"Which he proceeds to accomplish. Picks up a lot of odds and ends, one or two wallets, a ten-inch TV, a boom box, and leaves. Kids get up in the morning' call the cops, we come in, see the tracks. Well, we'd been onto a guy in the neighborhood we knew'd been doing this kind of stuff. Go pick him up. Now he's got a problem. He wants to ask about tracks in the snow, but he shouldn't know anything about it, see?"
