She could not risk going in the door, lest she run into Larry or Cathy drinking a nocturnal glass of milk or Mike raiding the refrigerator for snacks. You know—if you want freedom. Its dreariness, like the filthiness of the police cell, was a discovery for her. After a while he spoke again. ‘At me,’ she uttered, holding her own pistol high and aiming it steadily. His literary instincts began to stir. Hastily ascending these steps, Jack found the door, as he anticipated, locked. By and by he gathered enough courage to lean toward her.
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