"What? Tommy is planning to attack me tomorrow night?"
Madlan almost dropped the wooden bowl he was holding.
He found a flat spot to put down the bowl, took three quick steps forward, and whispered, "Where did you get this information?"
The middle-aged farmer, with shifty eyes, looked around furtively before whispering, "My wife told me; her cousin's neighbor is the cousin of Tommy's lover.
Tommy told that informant directly, he said, 'Madlan, that bastard, tomorrow night I'll take his life, how dare he come after me.'"
"Is this true?"
"Absolutely true." A youth in shorts and a shirt said anxiously, "That thug of Tommy's is my aunt's client. He told her last night to stay away.
My aunt told us this morning when she came for breakfast, saying our family should hide early."
Madlan looked towards Frick, who was hiding among the crowd, as Frick wiped the sweat from his forehead, almost burying his head in his chest.
