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"
Mister
Mayhew
,
"
said
Mr
.
Croup
,
helpfully
,
"
do
you
know
what
your
own
liver
tastes
like
?
"
Richard
was
silent
.
"
Because
Mister
Vandemar
has
promised
me
that
he
’
s
personally
going
to
cut
it
out
and
stuff
it
into
your
mouth
before
he
slits
your
sad
little
throat
.
So
you
’
ll
find
out
,
won
’
t
you
?
"
"
I
’
m
calling
the
police
.
You
can
’
t
threaten
me
like
this
.
"
"
Mister
Mayhew
.
You
can
call
anyone
you
wish
.
But
I
’
d
hate
you
to
think
we
were
making
a
threat
.
Neither
myself
nor
Mister
Vandemar
make
threats
,
do
we
Mister
Vandemar
?
"
"
No
?
Then
what
the
hell
are
you
doing
?
"
"
We
’
re
making
a
promise
,
"
said
Mr
.
Croup
through
the
static
and
the
echo
and
the
hiss
.
"
And
we
do
know
where
you
live
.
"
And
he
hung
up
.
Richard
held
the
phone
tightly
,
staring
at
it
,
then
he
stabbed
the
nine
key
three
times
:
Fire
,
Police
,
and
Ambulance
.
"
Emergency
services
,
"
said
the
emergency
operator
.
"
What
service
do
you
require
?
"
"
Can
you
put
me
through
to
the
police
,
please
?
A
man
just
threatened
to
kill
me
,
and
I
don
’
t
think
he
was
joking
.
"
There
was
a
pause
.
He
hoped
he
was
being
put
through
to
the
police
.
After
a
few
moments
,
the
voice
said
,
"
Emergency
services
.
Hello
?
Is
there
anyone
there
?
Hello
?
"
And
then
Richard
put
down
the
phone
,
went
into
his
bedroom
,
and
put
his
clothes
on
,
because
he
was
cold
and
na
*
*
d
and
scared
,
and
there
wasn
’
t
really
anything
else
he
could
do
.
Eventually
,
and
after
some
deliberation
,
he
took
the
black
sports
bag
from
under
the
bed
and
put
socks
into
it
.
Underpants
.
Some
T
-
shirts
.
His
passport
.
His
wallet
.
He
was
wearing
jeans
,
sneakers
,
a
thick
sweater
.
He
remembered
the
way
the
girl
who
called
herself
Door
had
said
good
-
bye
.
The
way
she
had
paused
,
the
way
she
had
said
she
was
sorry
.
.
.
