272 < 34 > EPILOGUE She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming silver in their starkness. He did not think of her as a killer, he could barely conceive it. Spurlock, filled with self-mockery, sat in a chair on the west veranda. ” She said.
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