I don't think Devore came east from California to killher, I said. The cellar stairs were dark and mildly dank. Instead of an open-hum line when I pushed the cordless's onbutton, I got silence. Then she said she had to go in the house and do something.
She saw me andtwiddled her fingers in a wave. We'll never know for sure, but maybeI did. Peaches, I think. That was what he wanted.
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