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'Maybe that little wifey of yours, too.

'You goddamn punk, if you touch her -' He started forward blindly, feeling violated and terrified by the mention of
Sally.
Vinnie grinned and started for the door. 'Just be cool. Cool as a fool.' He tittered.

'If you touch my wife, I'll kill you.'

Vinnie's grin widened. 'Kill me? Man, I thought you knew, I'm already dead.'

He left. His footfalls echoed in the corridor for a long time.

'What are you reading, hon?'
Jim held the binding of the book,Raising Demons, out for her to read.

'Yuck.' She turned back to the mirror to check her hair.

'Will you take a taxi home?' he asked.

'It's only four blocks. Besides, the walk is good for my figure.'

'Someone grabbed one of my girls over on Summer Street,' he lied. 'She thinks the object was rape.'
'Really? Who?'

'Dianna Snow,' he said, making a name up at random. 'She's a level-headed girl. Treat yourself to a taxi, okay?'

'Okay,' she said. She stopped at his chair, knelt, put her hands on his cheeks and looked into his eyes. 'What's the
matter, Jim?'
'Nothing.'

'Yes. Something is.'

'Nothing I can't handle.'

'Is it something. . . about your brother?'

A draught of terror blew over him, as if an inner door had been opened. 'Why do you say that?'
'You were moaning his name in your sleep last night.Wayne, Wayne, you were saying.Run, Wayne.'

'It's nothing.'

But it wasn't. They both knew it. He watched her go. Mr Nell called quarter past eight. 'You don't have to worry about
those guys,' he said. 'They're all dead.'
'Is that so?' He was holding his place inRaising Demons with his index finger as he talked.

'Car smash. Six months after your brother was killed. A cop was chasing them. Frank Simon was the cop, as a matter of
fact. He works out at Sikorsky now. Probably makes a lot more money.'

'And they crashed.'

'The car left the road at more than a hundred miles an hour and hit a main power pole. When they finally got the power
shut off and scraped them out, they were cooked medium rare.'
Jim closed his eyes. 'You saw the report?'

'Looked at it myself.'

'Anything on the car?'