In the subdued light she could not tell whether he was asleep or awake. I have only just left Wych Street. ’ He took a pace forward, seizing the gun with one hand, while the other locked her arm so that he could forcibly wrest the weapon from her. He was ruffled, and his ears were red, no doubt from some adjacent controversy. 272 < 34 > EPILOGUE She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming silver in their starkness.
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