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Shadow
’
s
coat
was
hanging
from
the
coat
rack
.
His
wallet
was
still
in
the
inside
pocket
,
apparently
untouched
.
Laura
pulled
open
a
couple
of
cardboard
boxes
,
filled
with
candy
bars
.
The
guards
,
now
he
could
see
them
properly
,
were
wearing
dark
camouflage
uniforms
,
but
there
were
no
official
tags
on
them
,
nothing
to
say
for
whom
they
were
working
.
They
might
have
been
weekend
duck
hunters
,
dressed
for
the
shoot
.
Laura
reached
out
her
cold
hand
,
and
squeezed
Shadow
’
s
hand
in
hers
.
She
had
the
gold
coin
he
had
given
her
around
her
neck
,
on
a
golden
chain
.
"
That
looks
nice
,
"
he
said
.
"
Thanks
.
"
She
smiled
,
prettily
.
"
What
about
the
others
?
"
he
asked
.
"
Wednesday
,
and
the
rest
of
them
?
Where
are
they
?
"
Laura
passed
him
a
handful
of
candy
bars
,
and
he
filled
his
pockets
with
them
.
"
There
wasn
’
t
anybody
else
here
.
A
lot
of
empty
cells
,
and
one
with
you
in
it
.
Oh
,
and
one
of
the
men
had
gone
into
the
cell
down
there
to
jack
off
with
a
magazine
.
He
got
such
a
shock
.
"
"
You
killed
him
while
he
was
jerking
himself
off
?
"
She
shrugged
.
"
I
guess
,
"
she
said
,
uncomfortably
.
"
I
was
worried
they
were
hurting
you
.
Someone
has
to
watch
out
for
you
,
and
I
told
you
I
would
,
didn
’
t
I
?
Here
,
take
these
.
"
They
were
chemical
hand
-
and
footwarmers
:
thin
pads
—
you
broke
the
seal
and
they
heated
up
to
a
little
above
body
temperature
and
stayed
that
way
for
hours
.
Shadow
pocketed
them
.
