This is the way Pendleton would do it.At first it seemed like it was possible. If they were here they would have waited for him in the cabin, they would have taken Pat before he came back. He hammered the car up onto the kerb and the revs soared as he sent it over the top of a flight of concrete steps that descended steeply down to a pedestrianised street below. The two following cars seemed to hesitate, then turned in after him. That was a little more trouble than he needed right now. He sounded much meaner than when he had left. When it slammed the door, when the feet were coming. I had a buzzing in my ear, the smell of dust in my nose. About how much of a bastard he was, or a fool. Trying to shout, I could only manage a croaking whisper. And then it was hours before you were found. It was amazing that anybody could survive that. It was both depressing and nerve-wracking. The silence was relieved only by his grunts and occasional harsh breathing. I suppose the hidden rows of dead bodies and the sight of the corpse that Moker worked on added to the creepiness, but I had to remind myself that I was the one doing the haunting. I knew it was the acoustics created by the tiled walls and metal cabinets, but nevertheless, it was kind of ghostly. Got to be, you holding something they want. He glowered at them and at me and walked towards the house. I saw that one of them was holding a handkerchief against his nose. They were made with just about every device imaginable. I had gone to so much work to become anonymous, and this would make me stand out in any crowd. I ripped off the wrapping and gawked at it, astonished. Down and out, he was just another soul who had to worry about a redemption that was never gonna come.
The awkward moment over, I turned to the look at the dimensional rift. How much did she herself try, and still ended up with the same things she had done before, a hundred or more times. All day long like a heat death under the light and now everything is ashes.
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