A hazy face appeared through the fog of sleep, pale and thin and looming. "The other kid's given my partner the slip. Wood. She thought of the suitcase, the seventy-seven dollars for a Greyhound ticket that had expired. The horns were the worst, slipping in and out of tune and rushing the easy sections, fighting everyone else. He was wary of her, which meant that perhaps they had found one or many of the bodies that she thought she had hidden so well.
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