His spirits revived, and encouraging himself with the idea that the present impediment, though the greatest, was the last, he set himself seriously to consider how it might best be overcome. The sun was all but gone now, the horizon a deep shade of purple. Her foster father, Larry, was the hard working son-of-a-bitch type with a disdain for suits. ” Annabel’s hand stole into his. He thought he heard a scraping sound as he turned the handle. But they would not be denied. Only I just want him. He reached out a hand gropingly, sagged, and toppled out of the chair to the floor, where he lay very still.
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