One morning, as he took his stand on the Hong-Kong packet dock to ambush the possible tourist, he witnessed the arrival of a tubby schooner, dirty gray and blotched as though she had run through fire. She went about the gory business of disposing of the bodies, cutting them up with a large butcher knife and packing the light dry pieces of their bloodless remains in a double ply garbage bag, pieces that looked like overcooked, ruined meat. Run along while I rig up and get the part in my hair straight. A few steps brought him to the door of the vault in which his mother was immured. Michelle looked her up and down, liking the results of her efforts.
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