Couldn't force the door, didn't have the heft to break it down, didn't have the wit to pick the lock. It might be sixty yards away by now and swimming with the turds in the septic tank. Breathing down your neck now, Owen, Kurtz thought. Perlmutter was in the passenger seat, handcuffed to the doorhandle.
He grins a little. And after a while, he heard the crying of a baby, just one baby, from inside the cave, and turnedto return for the start of the easiest journey he had ever made. surfaceof the spindle, and saw himself in infinitely reduced perfection staring up at himself. You'll thank me at the other end.
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