scenarios blazed through my mind , messily stacked themselves one on top of anotherlindsay was , or always had been , an undercover cop , or maybe just someone maxson paid a hundred bucks to rattle my cage , or he was hitting on her , they were both at the pump n munch every day , maxson seeming like the type who got some on the side , her much younger but that was what he wanted , or this was the first time they were talking and it was about nothing , absolutely nothing , just sound , just two people happening to collide in a small space , or maxson had kept closer tabs on me than i thought , knew about lindsay and me , figured hed poke around , see what she knew .