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self," Cosmo acknowledged. |
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"Precisely. That's why I couldn't tell them what really happened at Chambers Bay." |
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"What about the woman?" Lucy asked. "You haven't told us about her." |
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The words had to snake around the lump in my throat. The price to bring an end to centuries of nightmare had come high. In a matter of a few short days I had developed a real fondness for the man called Jake Maddenand in the case of Brenda Cashman, it was something even more than that. It would be a long time before I forgot the woman-girl with the jeans with the hole in the knee. I closed my eyes and hoped against hope that the thought would somehow hurt a little less in the darkness. |
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"I suppose she suffered the same fate as the rest of them," I whispered. |
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Lucy drifted over to the side of my bed, shuffling through a fistful of scraps of paper. "I know you don't want to get into all of this now, but there are a lot of loose ends we need to take care of." |
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I nodded my understanding, but for the moment, as far as I was concerned, the world outside that hospital door could go straight to hell on a unicycle. It was going to be a while before E.G. Wages gave the matters of the living a high priority. |
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Lucy was more pragmatic. "I called Milt and told him the Z was blown up in an accident. He wanted some details, so I made |
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