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“Everything’s relative”

Sarabbed him by his jacket collar “Stand up”

“I can’t!” he gasped “My hand!”

Sam heaved Bondaruk to his feet “Mr Bondaruk, how do you feel about heights?”

“What does that mean?”

Saht for a rimly

Sa hion’s teeth

“Let ?”

Sa

“Stop, stop, where are we going?”

“We?” Sa anywhere You, on the other handyou’re taking the express elevator to hell”

EPILOGUE

BEAUCOURT, FRANCE FOUR WEEKS LATER

Reravel driveway and followed it a hundred yards to a two-story white-stuccoed farabled s framed by black shutters She stopped beside the picket fence and shut off the engine To the right of the house was a rectangular garden, its black soil tilled and ready for planting A paving-stone ay led through the gate to the door

“If we’re right about this,” Reirl’s life”