then someone had to make a command decision on whether or not to bring in the state police , the fbi , or both of them and that fabled buck got passed hither , thither , and yon , and by the time someone decided the shop ought to handle it , this happy asshole - this happy diseased asshole - had gotten to texas , and when they finally caught him he was n't running anymore because he and his wife and his baby daughter were all laid out on cooling boards in some pissant little town called braintree .