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turned them palms outdisplaying the cuts.
“Take the smucking thing” Lisey said. “You won’t have to
shoot him.”
This time Amanda closed her fingers reluctantly around the
Pathfinder’s rubber grip. “Do you promise?”
“No” Lisey said. “But almost.”
She peered toward the stairs leading down to the barn. It was
darker at that end of the studyfar more ominousespecially
now that Amanda had the gun. Untrustworthy Amandawho might
do anything. Includingmaybe fifty percent of the timewhat
you asked of her.
“What’s your plan?” Amanda whispered. In the other roomOle
Hank was singing againand Lisey knew The Last Picture Show’s
final credits were rolling.
Lisey put a finger across her lips in a Shhh gesture
(now you must be still)
and backed away from Amanda. One steptwo stepsthree steps
four. Now she was in the middle of the roomequidistant from
Dumbo’s Big Jumbo and the alcove doorway where Amanda held the
.22 awkwardly with the barrel pointed at the bloodstained rug.
Thunder rumbled. Country music played. From below: silence.
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