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He
started
in
again
.
He
stopped
only
once
more
,
and
that
was
to
check
his
watch
.
It
was
twenty
minutes
past
twelve
.
He
felt
time
slipping
through
his
fist
like
something
that
had
been
greased
.
Forty
minutes
later
,
the
spade
gritted
across
something
,
and
Louis
's
teeth
came
down
on
his
upper
lip
hard
enough
to
bring
blood
.
He
got
the
flashlight
and
shone
it
down
.
Here
was
more
than
dirt
,
and
scrawled
across
it
in
a
diagonal
slash
,
a
grayish-silver
line
.
It
was
the
top
of
the
grave
liner
.
Louis
got
most
of
the
dirt
off
,
but
he
was
wary
of
making
too
much
noise
,
and
nothing
was
much
louder
than
a
shovel
scraping
across
concrete
in
the
dead
of
night
.
He
climbed
out
of
the
grave
and
got
the
rope
.
This
he
threaded
through
the
iron
rings
on
one
half
of
the
segmented
grave-liner
top
.
He
got
out
of
the
grave
again
,
spread
out
the
tarpaulin
,
lay
down
on
it
,
and
grasped
the
ends
of
the
rope
.
Louis
,
I
think
this
is
it
.
Your
last
chance
.
You
're
right
.
It
's
my
last
chance
and
I
'm
damned
well
taking
it
.
He
wound
the
ends
of
the
rope
around
his
hands
and
pulled
.
The
square
of
concrete
came
up
easily
,
gritting
on
the
pivot
end
.
It
stood
neatly
upright
over
a
square
of
blackness
,
now
a
vertical
tombstone
instead
of
a
horizontal
grave
cover
.
Louis
pulled
the
rope
out
of
the
rings
and
tossed
it
aside
.
He
would
n't
need
it
for
the
other
half
;
he
could
stand
on
the
sides
of
the
grave
liner
and
pull
it
up
.
He
got
down
into
the
grave
again
,
moving
carefully
,
not
wanting
to
overturn
the
cement
slab
he
had
already
pulled
up
and
mash
his
toes
or
break
the
damned
thing
,
which
was
quite
thin
.
Pebbles
rattled
down
into
the
hole
,
and
he
heard
several
of
them
chip
hollowly
off
Gage
's
coffin
.
