The girl was in the game now, and that narrowed the circle. No offence, I hope. After a long fifteen seconds, she pulled her head back into the seat, looking at his face from the close angle, his nose huge and out of perspective, his eyes like round blue pearls. Lucy jammed her foot down onto Mark McCloskey’s forehead. What could she do? Reluctantly, at a second curt command, she began to step across the uncarpeted floor, her eyes never leaving the threatening pistol.
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