Standing over the pierced Rhea, Lucy bayed, a long cry that was half-scream and half-howl. ‘How in God’s name did the wretched fellow get in then?’ ‘Dug a tunnel?’ suggested Gerald, halting next to a pair of French windows at the front. Mike was draped over the laminate kitchen counter, on the phone as usual. With some difficulty, they managed to negotiate the passage with their burden and carry him out into the library.
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