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@ -27,7 +27,7 @@ front of him. ``I've been waiting almost an hour.''
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``Well sorry kid,'' Bavarious responded as he trudged to
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his desk chair, ``I've just about had enough people for
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today.'' The kid stared at him unblinking. He was probably
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thirteen or fourteen. ``Mr. Bavarious? I need to speak with
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thirteen or fourteen. ``Mr.\ Bavarious? I need to speak with
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you about an important matter. Don't you think it's a
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little funny that a kid like me is here to see you? Let me
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introduce myself, I'm Oscar Crowley.'' While the kid was
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Norma's Diner is a horrible place to get a cup of joe. The only
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reason I was there was to meet a mysterious client that had
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insisted on anonymity. He had reached me twice by phone in the past
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three weeks and only identified himself as Mr. M. I told him that I
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would only take the case if we met face to face. Mr. M contacted me
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three weeks and only identified himself as Mr.\ M. I told him that I
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would only take the case if we met face to face. Mr.\ M contacted me
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again this morning by text message to say that we should meet here
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at Norma's at 10:30 sharp.
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The waitress pours me another cup of swill as I look over my notes
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on Mr. M's case. He says he is being stalked and that threatening
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on Mr.\ M's case. He says he is being stalked and that threatening
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messages are being sent to his e-mail and voice mail. He hints at
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the fact that some people are trying to blackmail him. He even
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casually ponders whether his life may be in danger. Its really not
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@ -124,8 +124,8 @@ voice that was not at all sheepish or meek:
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``Detective Bavarious, Mr. M wont be joining you today.'' he said in
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a calm, controlled voice. ``In fact, I doubt that Mr. M will be
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``Detective Bavarious, Mr.\ M wont be joining you today.'' he said in
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a calm, controlled voice. ``In fact, I doubt that Mr.\ M will be
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contacting you again at all.'' This statement chilled me to my bones
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and instinctively I lowered one hand under the table to the Beretta
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clipped to my belt.
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``You see, Det. Bavarious, Mr. M was being harassed, stalked and
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``You see, Det. Bavarious, Mr.\ M was being harassed, stalked and
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blackmailed. and I am the one who was doing these things to him.''
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The kid's voice was deeper now, and I must admit that he commanded
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my attention as few others could.
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``I targeted Mr. M for the crimes that he has committed against
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``I targeted Mr.\ M for the crimes that he has committed against
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children. He is a child molester and a murderer and I wish to see
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him imprisoned for these crimes{\ldots}''
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``Oh{\ldots} and Mr. M's real name is Michael Wilkinson. He is a biology
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``Oh{\ldots} and Mr.\ M's real name is Michael Wilkinson. He is a biology
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teacher at Washington Junior High School. When you give the cops
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the disc, just tell them that it was given to you by another PI
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that knew who your client is.''
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@ -30,7 +30,7 @@ writing like a pro. His teacher told him his writing could make
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James Joyce and Shakespeare spew jealous tears from their eye
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ducts. Bin's fellow students quaked in awe whenever he gave
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one of his weekly readings, weekly readings that had been insisted
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upon by the principal, Mr. Howard. Mr. Howard hoped the other
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upon by the principal, Mr.\ Howard. Mr.\ Howard hoped the other
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students would learn something from Bin. So far, all they learned
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was fear. And jealousy.
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``Come here boys,'' he said loudly ``Mr. Luke is going to show you how
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``Come here boys,'' he said loudly ``Mr.\ Luke is going to show you how
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to shoot.''
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``Mr. Slender, why'd you go after those children?''
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``Mr.\ Slender, why'd you go after those children?''
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I asked, trying to sound as calm as possible.
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the clicking, and all. I get skittish, too. Honestly it's
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alright.
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You {\em do} seem horribly tense. I am not, let me assure you, Mr. Ehl
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You {\em do} seem horribly tense. I am not, let me assure you, Mr.\ Ehl
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Bee. There is no need to go all star struck on me. I am as much of
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a nobody as you are, probably more of a nobody.
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I don't even fucking care. You think I haven't told
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this story? Who {\em told} you this story? Was it Luke? Mr. Ehl
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this story? Who {\em told} you this story? Was it Luke? Mr.\ Ehl
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Bee, Mr.\ Writing-under-a-Pseudonym-to-be-artsy-Biddick, with his
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prodigious talent and his intense, {\em fucking} eyebrows that he
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probably picks like a bitch? Was it? It wasn't. It was me. I
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``Mr. Bavarious?'' he said.
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``Mr.\ Bavarious?'' he said.
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``That's what it says on the door, kid.'' He looked
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like he was about 12.
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``I know what she said,'' he said. ``She said I was
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harsh. That I abused them.'' He grimaced horribly and his eye
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teeth erected into fangs. ``But she never understood. You have
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to be tough to live in a city like this, Mr. Bavarious. I only
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to be tough to live in a city like this, Mr.\ Bavarious. I only
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wanted to make my little girls tough.'' The world was fading,
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purple splotches exploding in my vision. ``Amy will show you
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what I mean.'' The girl hissed, drawing her lips back from
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``Well well Mr. Landon. I see you're awake. I hope you
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``Well well Mr.\ Landon. I see you're awake. I hope you
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like your surroundings, you'll be here for some
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time.''
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``Don't worry Mr. Landon, your headache shall soon pass.
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``Don't worry Mr.\ Landon, your headache shall soon pass.
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Your kind heals quickly, even in your cocoon state. I can see
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you're confused. All shall become clear shortly.''
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``Mr. Bravarious, I can just barely hear you through the speaker.
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``Mr.\ Bravarious, I can just barely hear you through the speaker.
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Why don't you come down and talk to me through the bars?
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I'd like to talk man to man anyway.''
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``Mr. Bravarious, why did you take me here? Is this a joke? If
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``Mr.\ Bravarious, why did you take me here? Is this a joke? If
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it is, I'll keep it between just us guys, you got me good.
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Just let me go.''
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``I can tell that you're scared Mr. Landon, but that
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``I can tell that you're scared Mr.\ Landon, but that
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fear too will pass, as you emerge from your cocoon.''
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``Not exactly, Mr. Landon. You are one of an ancient race. A
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``Not exactly, Mr.\ Landon. You are one of an ancient race. A
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race that has hunted humans for millennia. A predator that acts
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like a parasite. Your kind leave its offspring in the form of a
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human for humans to raise. When that offspring reaches adulthood,
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``It was a simple matter of checking the records at an
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orphanage where the last of your kind was known to feed. You had
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certain{\ldots} traits. I confirmed these traits by watching you
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for the last two weeks. There is no uncertainty Mr. Landon, you are
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for the last two weeks. There is no uncertainty Mr.\ Landon, you are
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the monster I was assigned to capture.''
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``Now Mr. Landon I have other duties to attend here. I must
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``Now Mr.\ Landon I have other duties to attend here. I must
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assume you'll be alright.''
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``Mr. Bravarious, I haven't turned into one of these
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``Mr.\ Bravarious, I haven't turned into one of these
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monsters yet. That means I'm still human. I'm human and
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I'm hurt, and I might die of thirst. Please just give me some
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water and some bandages before you go.''
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``Mr. Landon, I am leaving your supplies beside the
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``Mr.\ Landon, I am leaving your supplies beside the
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do-``
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begin to tear with his inevitable realization.
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``Tommy and I are doing our science fair project, remember? He
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was testing the effects of his mother's pills on Mr. Johnson.
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was testing the effects of his mother's pills on Mr.\ Johnson.
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We ground it up in his orange juice.''
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``But{\ldots}what{\ldots}about{\ldots}''
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The unmistakable sound of a dentist drill could be heard in the
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background.
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``Yes, Mr. Bavarious. Part.''
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``Yes, Mr.\ Bavarious. Part.''
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Bavarious wept uncontrollably.
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``Do tell, Luke.'' Brad leaned in, interested.
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``Yes, Mr. Bavarious. I love your stories!'' Hooksey exclaimed,
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``Yes, Mr.\ Bavarious. I love your stories!'' Hooksey exclaimed,
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excitedly.
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``But that's not true Mr. Bavarius, killing can bring back
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``But that's not true Mr.\ Bavarius, killing can bring back
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your son, because I can help you.'' Luke saw a man he had
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never seen before that looked like he was 50 years old with gray
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hair and balding. His sweater smelled of blood. ``Luke, I know
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``You have to help our friend, Mr. Bavarious!'' the kids
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``You have to help our friend, Mr.\ Bavarious!'' the kids
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had said. ``She's been kidnapped by some freaky
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cult!'' The cops didn't believe them. Neither did their
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parents. But I did. I knew the dangers of not listening to kids. My
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``Mr. Barvarious'' she repeated, still saying it wrong,
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``Mr.\ Barvarious'' she repeated, still saying it wrong,
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``I suppose I can admit you to a psychologist but I cannot do
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further for now.''
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At first Mr. Boswell would turn it around and around, so that the
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At first Mr.\ Boswell would turn it around and around, so that the
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lamplight flashed off its blade hypnotically. Then, holding the
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handle lightly between his thumb and all four fingers, as one would
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hold the bow of a cello, he would run that knife's dainty little
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pausing to turn tight little circles over the network of veins
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decorating the inside of his wrist and displaying to all the
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precarious restraint in which his very life's blood was held.
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Martin had used his father's butter knife once when Mr. Boswell was
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Martin had used his father's butter knife once when Mr.\ Boswell was
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at work; from that day forth, seeing his father's shivers never
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failed to provoke an answering shiver in himself.
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Then Mr. Boswell would turn the butter knife's attentions to his
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Then Mr.\ Boswell would turn the butter knife's attentions to his
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scarred, scabbed hands, those stained and stinking hands which had
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fired the little gun that shot Martin's mother in the back as she
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tried to run for the last time. He would drag those hateful smiling
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At first the wound was a minor one. But after being kept open by
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Mr. Boswell's nightly ritual for the better part of a year it began
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Mr.\ Boswell's nightly ritual for the better part of a year it began
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to grow wider and deeper. His flesh became purple and black and the
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stench of putrefaction was so strong that no one would willingly go
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near Mr. Boswell except for Luke Bavarious, a former police
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near Mr.\ Boswell except for Luke Bavarious, a former police
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detective turned bodyguard, and Martin.
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Martin threw on a clean set of clothes and dashed back downstairs.
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His father never even looked at him as he took his seat as quietly
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as he left it. Mr. Boswell did not shift his attention from the
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as he left it. Mr.\ Boswell did not shift his attention from the
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butter knife until Bavarious walked into the dining room, claiming
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to have seen an intruder across the courtyard. Martin was
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immediately ordered to his bedroom for the night, and as he left
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That night taught Martin that while Mr. Boswell was watching his
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That night taught Martin that while Mr.\ Boswell was watching his
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butter knife, he could go anywhere and do anything without his
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father seeing him. Only Luke Bavarious could keep him from leaving
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during those times. One night, as Mr. Boswell sat mesmerized by the
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during those times. One night, as Mr.\ Boswell sat mesmerized by the
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clean red blood that seeped from his corrupted flesh, Martin went
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to the linen closet and pulled out a backpack in which he'd stashed
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clothing, food and a little money. Bavarious met him at the
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After looking at Martin for a moment, Luke said, ``I know, kid.
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After what he did to your Mom, I knew that I'd only leave this
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house when I was dead. Mr. Boswell, he'd kill me in a second if he
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house when I was dead. Mr.\ Boswell, he'd kill me in a second if he
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knew I was standing here talking to you and not killing you. No way
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can I let you stay here. Your father doesn't love or respect you.
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But he was a good man once, and I can't bear to live with having
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