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"A noise? What kind of noise?" |
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Harvey was hesitant. He shrugged. "I don't know . . . a noise, like somebody peckin' at a window." |
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It had been a tapping noise that had awakened Cappy. She looked at him hard, trying to read him. "Well?" |
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"Well what?" he asked. The expression on his too fat face mirrored his confusion. |
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"Was it somebody tapping at the window?" Cappy knew that could well be the case. Rosemary had done that before, crawling across the narrow expanse of shed roof that bridged the short distance between the two old houses. Rosemary's husband would lock her out on the roof and her only refuge from the cold would be the sanctuary of Cappy's apartment. |
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Harvey shook his head. He did it in such a fashion that Cappy could tell he was holding something back. |
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"Look, dammit, did you find the noise or not?" |
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He moved uneasily around her toward the counter, ignored her question, bent over and peered into the glass jar. "I know you'll think I'm crazy, but I swear the sound was coming from this jar." |
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Cappy broke into a derisive laugh. "For Christ's sake, dumbo, you take the cake. A couple of watered down shots of cheap bour- |
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