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"
The
guards
,
"
she
said
.
"
It
’
s
okay
.
I
killed
them
.
You
better
move
.
I
don
’
t
think
I
gave
anyone
a
chance
to
raise
the
alarm
.
Take
a
coat
from
out
there
,
or
you
’
ll
freeze
your
butt
off
.
"
"
You
killed
them
?
"
She
shrugged
,
and
half
-
smiled
,
awkwardly
.
Her
hands
looked
as
if
she
had
been
finger
-
painting
,
composing
a
picture
that
had
been
executed
solely
in
crimsons
,
and
there
were
splashes
and
spatters
on
her
face
and
clothes
(
the
same
blue
suit
in
which
she
had
been
buried
)
that
made
Shadow
think
of
Jackson
Pollock
,
because
it
was
less
problematic
to
think
of
Jackson
Pollock
than
to
accept
the
alternative
.
"
It
’
s
easier
to
kill
people
,
when
you
’
re
dead
yourself
,
"
she
told
him
.
"
I
mean
,
it
’
s
not
such
a
big
deal
.
You
’
re
not
so
prejudiced
any
more
.
"
"
It
’
s
still
a
big
deal
to
me
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
You
want
to
stay
here
until
the
morning
crew
comes
?
"
she
said
.
"
You
can
if
you
like
.
I
thought
you
’
d
like
to
get
out
of
here
.
"
"
They
’
ll
think
I
did
it
,
"
he
said
,
stupidly
.
"
Maybe
,
"
she
said
.
"
Put
on
a
coat
,
hon
.
You
’
ll
freeze
.
"
He
walked
out
into
the
corridor
.
At
the
end
of
the
corridor
was
a
guardroom
.
In
the
guardroom
were
four
dead
men
:
three
guards
,
and
the
man
who
had
called
himself
Stone
.
His
friend
was
nowhere
to
be
seen
.
From
the
blood
-
colored
skid
-
marks
on
the
floor
,
two
of
them
had
been
dragged
into
the
guardroom
,
and
dropped
onto
the
floor
.
