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would spill out, she would spill out, and it all
would have been for nothing
"What's happening?" Wireman shouted from above us
"What the fuck's happening?"
Jack settled back against the wall, one hand
gripping a lucky chunk of coral that he happened
to find at the last crucial secondI could see
one of his legs plunged down like a piston to the
next intact rung, and there was a healthy ripping
sound"Man oh man oh fucking
man
"What's happening?" Wireman nearly roared
"Jack Cantori ripped out the seat of his pants," I
said"Now shut up a minuteJack, you're almost
thereShe's in the flashlight, but I've only got
the one hand and I can't pick up the capYou have
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to come down and find itI don't care if you step
on me, just don't bump the flashlightJesus, Edgar, I thought I was gonna go
ass over teapot
He came down, first stepping on my thigh - it hurt
- and then putting his foot on one of the empty
Evian bottlesThen he stepped on
something that broke with a damp pop, like a
defective noisemaker
"Edgar, what was that?" He sounded on the verge of
tears I was pretty sure it had been Adie's
skullHis hip thumped the flashlightCold water
slopped over my wristInside the metal sleeve,
something bumped and turnedInside my head, a
terrible black-green eye - the color of water at
the depth just before all light fails - also
turnedIt looked at my most secret thoughts, at
the place where anger surpasses rage and becomes
homicideThe way a woman
would bite into a plumI will never forget the
sensation
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"Watch it, Jack - close quart
