CHAPTER TWENTYTHE CHASE ENDS1South and south and south. His prayer was answered. He turned around, looked at as much as he could see by craning back over his shoulder, and still saw nothing. No bumps on the underside of the lid, either.
' They walked past the closed door of the linen closet and regarded the closed pine-paneled door to the john. Which f—' 'Pistachio,' Owen said. Still holding the shirts to her face and inhaling his scent, Roberta began to cry again. At five it will be time for that first beer.
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