In bed I held tight to Garrett, to give and get comfort, skin against skin, under the sheet, under the warm air coming in through the open skylight above our bed. He raised his free hand to Clausen in a silent high-five, Clausen reciprocating. The birds came first, and the motties, to pluck at her eyes and her lips, and the beetles hurrying with a hum of eager jaws to deconstruct her into raw parts. Down at the edge of Lake Tanganyika lay the bodies of two crocodiles, each drilled neatly through by a laser beam.
“It was like eating my mother’s cooking—she just kept putting more on the plate. “Harry? Can you hear me?”“Yes!” Harry called, grinning. “Cungulo baJason. Every cop in the city—and Moscow had more flavors of cops than anywhere—would have his number and a good idea of what he looked like.
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