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By Jeffery Deaver

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He walked to the door, paused. “A distraction. That’s no fucking cause of a great guy to die. No cause in any respect. ” “Fred, wait… we want you. ” however the agent didn’t listen, or he neglected Rhyme if he did. He stalked out of the room. A second later the door downstairs closed with a pointy click on. bankruptcy twenty-one Hour 24 of forty five “Home, candy home,” Jodie acknowledged. A bed and bins of outdated outfits, canned nutrition. Magazines-Playboy and Penthouse and a few affordable hard-core porn, which Stephen glanced at distastefully. A publication or . The fetid subway station the place Jodie lived, someplace downtown, have been closed a long time in the past and changed by means of one up the road. a great position for worms, Stephen concept grimly, then pried the picture from his brain. They’d entered the small station from the platform under. They’d made their method here-probably or 3 miles from the secure house-completely underground, relocating during the basements of structures, tunnels, large sewer pipes, and small sewer pipes. Leaving a fake lead-an open manhole disguise. eventually they’d entered the subway tunnel and made solid time, notwithstanding Jodie was once pathetically out of form and gasped for breath attempting to stay alongside of Stephen’s frantic velocity. there has been a door best out to the road, barred from the interior. Slanting strains of dusty gentle fell in the course of the slats within the forums. Stephen peered open air into the awful spring overcast. It was once a bad a part of city. Derelicts sat on highway corners, bottles of Thunderbird and Colt forty four have been strewn at the sidewalk, and the polka dots of crack vial caps have been in all places. a massive rat chewed whatever grey within the alley. Stephen heard a clatter in the back of him and grew to become to work out Jodie losing a handful of stolen drugs into espresso cans. He used to be hunched over, rigorously organizing them. Stephen dug via his e-book bag and located his cellular phone. He made a decision to Sheila’s condominium He used to be looking ahead to to listen to her answering computing device yet a recording got here on that stated the road was once out of order. Oh, no… He used to be shocked. It intended that the antipersonnel satchel had long gone off in Sheila’s condominium. And that intended they’d figured out he’d been there. How the hell had they performed that? “You alright? ” Jodie requested. How? Lincoln, King of the Worms. That’s how! Lincoln, the white, wormy face peering out the window… Stephen’s fingers started to sweat. “Hey? ” Stephen regarded up. “You seem-” “I’m fine,” Stephen responded almost immediately. cease being concerned, he informed himself. If it blew, the explosion used to be sufficiently big to hose the residence and ruin any hint of him. It’s okay. You’re secure. They’ll by no means locate you, by no means tie you down. The worms won’t get you… He checked out Jodie’s effortless smile of interest. The balk went away. “Nothing,” he stated. “Just a metamorphosis of plans. ” He hung up. Stephen opened his booklet bag back, counted out $5,000. “Here’s the cash. ” Jodie used to be transfixed through the money. His eyes flipped from side to side among the money owed and Stephen’s face. the skinny hand reached out, shaking, and took the 5 thousand conscientiously, as though it can disintegrate if he gripped it too demanding.

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