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Moving
quickly
but
not
running
,
Louis
stepped
out
onto
the
sidewalk
.
After
the
dimness
of
the
cemetery
,
he
felt
horribly
exposed
under
the
streetlights
;
here
he
stood
,
only
yards
away
from
Bangor
's
second-largest
boneyard
,
a
pick
,
shovel
,
and
flashlight
cradled
in
his
arms
.
If
someone
saw
him
now
,
the
inference
would
be
too
clear
to
miss
.
He
crossed
the
street
rapidly
,
heels
clicking
.
There
was
his
Civic
,
only
fifty
yards
down
the
street
.
To
Louis
,
it
looked
like
five
miles
.
Sweating
,
he
walked
toward
it
,
alert
for
the
sound
of
an
approaching
car
engine
,
footfalls
other
than
his
own
,
perhaps
the
rasp
of
a
window
going
up
.
He
got
to
his
Honda
,
leaned
the
pick
and
shovel
against
the
side
,
and
fumbled
for
his
keys
.
They
were
n't
there
,
not
in
either
pocket
.
Fresh
sweat
began
to
break
on
his
face
.
His
heart
began
to
run
again
,
and
his
teeth
were
clenched
together
against
the
panic
that
wanted
to
leap
free
.
He
had
lost
them
,
most
likely
when
he
had
dropped
from
the
tree
limb
,
hit
the
grave
marker
with
his
knee
,
and
rolled
over
.
His
keys
were
lying
somewhere
in
the
grass
,
and
if
he
had
had
trouble
finding
his
flashlight
,
how
could
he
hope
to
recover
his
keys
?
It
was
over
.
One
piece
of
bad
luck
and
it
was
over
.
Now
wait
,
wait
just
a
goddamn
minute
.
Go
through
your
pockets
again
.
Your
change
is
there
--
and
if
your
change
did
n't
fall
out
,
your
keys
did
n't
fall
out
either
.
This
time
he
went
through
his
pockets
more
slowly
,
removing
the
change
,
even
turning
the
pockets
themselves
inside
out
.
No
keys
.
Louis
leaned
against
the
car
,
wondering
what
to
do
next
.
He
would
have
to
climb
back
in
,
he
supposed
.
Leave
his
son
where
he
was
,
take
the
flashlight
,
climb
back
in
,
and
spend
the
rest
of
the
night
in
a
fruitless
hunt
for
--
Light
suddenly
broke
in
his
tired
mind
.
He
bent
down
and
stared
into
the
Civic
.
There
were
his
keys
dangling
from
the
ignition
switch
.
