His vision was becoming accustomed to the faint light now and her features were clearer. She placed the freezer back on top of Ray Plote's old hiding place, now his permanent resting place. It was long and narrow, a well-lit, wellventilated, quiet gallery of small tables and sinks, pervaded by a thin smell of methylated spirit and of a mitigated and sterilized organic decay. Heaven knows what dim and tawdry conceptions of passion and desire were in that blond cranium, what romance-begotten dreams of intrigue and adventure! but they sufficed, when presently Ann Veronica went out into the darkling street again, to inspire a flitting, dogged pursuit, idiotic, exasperating, indecent. \"Mom! You’re home early!” Michelle exclaimed.
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