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Chapter 4 Detective Hardin called on Monday morning to tell Brent that the local police in Idaho Springs had managed to locate River, “Whose real name, by the way, is Marshall Kingston. He lived in Denver until about three years ago when he was in a car accident and lost his arm and the sight in one eye. When he got out of the hospital, according to his family, he couldn’t handle what happened to him and took off. The last they heard from him, he was supposedly somewhere down south. Obviously, that’s not the case, since he’s living in an old cabin in the mountains above Idaho Springs.” “Is he likely to throw parties?” Brent asked. “Not parties per se. He has a few…friends…who keep him supplied with m*******a to help dull the pain—both physical and mental. Apparently, on his good days, w