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Pat found the front door of the hotel locked; he had to ring the doorbell for the night clerk to let him inside. As he climbed the stairs, the sheen of reflected light rendered the windows almost opaque but the features of the cliff-top view were printed underneath, like the lines of a sketch. Continue reading
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Pat threaded his arms under Stevie’s and, locking his hands behind his neck, pulled him into a full-nelson. He dropped the neck of the broken bottle, confirming Pat’s belief that he wouldn’t vindictively attack him. Continue reading
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“You’re back early,” Wally remarked as Pat walked into the office, dropping the car keys on the desk. “Johnny will be pleased.”
“Where’s my replacement? There was no bouncer on the door when I came in.”
“Getting stoned, around the corner.”
“You’re kidding me.”
“He’s an old mate of Johnny’s,” said Wally, lifting his hands in a gesture of hopelessness. “What can I do?” Continue reading
Theme Park at its Darkest 