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(
or
did
it
ever
stop
?
did
it
sometimes
just
drift
into
a
slightly
different
angle
of
time
where
they
weren
’
t
meant
to
hear
it
?
)
counterpointed
by
the
crashing
,
banging
elevator
.
Then
that
had
stopped
.
In
that
new
silence
,
as
Danny
had
been
falling
asleep
,
she
had
fancied
she
heard
low
,
conspiratorial
voices
coming
from
the
kitchen
almost
directly
below
them
.
At
first
she
had
dismissed
it
as
the
wind
,
which
could
mimic
many
different
human
vocal
ranges
,
from
a
papery
deathbed
whisper
around
the
doors
and
window
frames
to
a
full
-
out
scream
around
the
eaves
…
the
sound
of
a
woman
fleeing
a
murderer
in
a
cheap
melodrama
.
Yet
,
sitting
stiffly
beside
Danny
,
the
idea
that
it
was
indeed
voices
became
more
and
more
convincing
.
,
Jack
and
someone
else
,
discussing
his
escape
from
the
pan
-
try
.
Discussing
the
murder
of
his
wife
and
son
.
It
would
be
nothing
new
inside
these
walls
;
murder
had
been
done
here
before
.
She
had
gone
to
the
heating
vent
and
had
placed
her
ear
against
it
,
but
at
that
exact
moment
the
furnace
had
come
on
,
and
any
sound
was
lost
in
the
rush
of
warm
air
coming
up
from
the
basement
.
When
the
furnace
had
kicked
off
again
,
five
minutes
ago
,
the
place
was
completely
silent
except
for
the
wind
,
the
gritty
spatter
of
snow
against
the
building
,
and
the
occasional
groan
of
a
board
.
She
looked
down
at
her
ripped
fingernail
.
Small
beads
of
blood
were
oozing
up
from
beneath
it
.
(
lack
’
s
gotten
out
.
)
(
Don
’
t
talk
nonsense
.
)
