His pipe hung dead in his teeth, but the smoke was dense about him. " "That's what troubles me," rejoined Ben. It had been a very long time. Just my room. A snarl contorted his features, and he marched up to it, laying his pistol down on the marquetry table so that his hands were free to grab the picture off the wall. She kept him talking all the way to the doorstep of the Beck's home, a small 1970s brown split-level in the old part of town.
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