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Crumley exploded

“Godda around the studio anyway? Why doesn’t he get the hell out, escape, daet hi you, and er Why!?”

“Revenge,” I said “For all the murders”

“What murders!?”

“Of all of his creatures, all his most dear friends”

“Crap”

“Listen, Cru you been in your house in Venice? Twenty, twenty-five years Planted every hedge, every bush, seeded the lawn, built the rattan hut out back, put in the sound equipment, the rain makers, added the bamboo and the orchids, and the peach trees, the leht soon and tore up everything, cut down the trees, trampled the roses, burned the hut, threw the sound deck out in the street, ould you do?”

Cruht about it and his face burned red

“Exactly,” I said, quietly “I don’t know if Roy will ever get ht now, his children, his whole life has been sto he ever loved was , just as we are, to find the Beast, and kill hione forever But if I were Roy, yeah, I’d stay on, hide, and keep searching until I buried the killer with the killed”

“My le off toward the sea “My orchids, my rain forest? Done in by someone? Well”

The phalanx ran by below in the late sunlight and away into the blue shadows

There was no great gahooping-crane warrior with them

The footsteps and yells faded

“Let’s go home,” said Crumley

At arden All the trees in the neighborhood turned over in their sleep