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Church
saw
him
crossing
and
sat
up
,
his
eyes
watchful
.
"
Hi
,
Church
,
"
Louis
said
,
surveying
the
silent
house
.
"
Want
some
grub
?
"
He
put
the
can
of
catfood
down
on
the
trunk
of
the
Chevette
and
watched
as
Church
leaped
lightly
down
from
its
roof
and
began
to
eat
.
Louis
put
his
hand
in
his
jacket
pocket
.
Church
looked
around
at
him
,
tensing
,
as
if
reading
his
mind
.
Louis
smiled
and
stepped
away
from
the
car
.
Church
began
to
eat
again
,
and
Louis
took
a
syringe
from
his
pocket
.
He
stripped
the
paper
covering
from
it
and
filled
it
with
75
milligrams
of
morphine
.
He
put
the
multidose
vial
back
in
his
jacket
and
walked
over
to
Church
,
who
looked
around
again
mistrustfully
.
Louis
smiled
at
the
cat
and
said
,
"
Go
on
,
eat
up
,
Church
.
Hey-ho
,
let
's
go
,
right
?
"
He
stroked
the
cat
,
felt
its
back
arch
,
and
when
Church
went
back
to
his
meal
again
,
Louis
seized
it
around
its
stinking
guts
and
sank
the
needle
deep
into
its
haunch
.
Church
went
electric
in
his
grip
,
struggling
against
him
,
spitting
and
clawing
,
but
Louis
held
on
and
depressed
the
plunger
all
the
way
.
Only
then
did
he
let
go
.
The
cat
leaped
off
the
Chevette
,
hissing
like
a
teakettle
,
yellow-green
eyes
wild
and
baleful
.
The
needle
and
syringe
dangled
from
its
haunch
as
it
leaped
,
then
fell
out
and
broke
.
Louis
was
indifferent
.
He
had
more
of
everything
.
The
cat
started
for
the
road
,
then
turned
back
toward
the
house
,
as
if
remembering
something
.
It
got
halfway
there
and
then
began
to
weave
drunkenly
.
It
made
the
steps
,
leaped
up
to
the
first
one
,
then
fell
off
.
It
lay
on
the
bare
patch
at
the
foot
of
the
porch
steps
on
its
side
,
breathing
weakly
.
Louis
glanced
into
the
Chevette
.
If
he
had
needed
more
confirmation
than
the
stone
that
had
replaced
his
heart
,
he
had
it
:
Rachel
's
purse
on
the
seat
,
her
scarf
,
and
a
clutch
of
plane
tickets
spilling
out
of
a
Delta
Airlines
folder
.
When
he
turned
around
again
to
walk
to
the
porch
,
Church
's
side
had
ceased
its
rapid
,
fluttery
movement
.
Church
was
dead
.
Again
.
Louis
stepped
over
it
and
mounted
the
porch
steps
.
"
Gage
?
"
