Look at themclosely. I told her I'd pay her back. I'm sorry. Sonia, dead.
Houghton wondering what had happened to the cop who'd come to show himpictures. He seemed to fill the place, all broad shoulders andlong-fingered hands and a face that looked friendly pretended to befriendly because that's what they all did even with that scar on hischeek. She waspouring, sipping, and reading quite happily, just as if she were in herown home. Nothing hadchanged.
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