"I'll go," Clay said around a mouthful of cantaloupe. "I've got a package waiting at the post office." "I'm sure you do," I said. "He does," Jeremy said. "The postman left a card the other day." "Books I ordered from the U.K.," Clay said. "Which you need right now," I said. "For a little light reading between maiming and killing?" "They shouldn't sit at the post office," Clay said. "Someone might get suspicious." "Of anthropology texts?"