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“You don’t know, eh,” I said. “We locked them in a storage container and burned them alive.”
“How wonderful,” he said. “I must confess, I had not imagined that you would use fire. You must tell me all about it, in person of course. Be sure that no harm comes to my book during your travels. I shall expect you within the week.”
I tossed the dead phone on the couch.
“We’re going on another road trip,” I said. “Marcello wants his book.”
“Fine, let’s get it over with,” Heather said. “We’ll take one of my cars.”
“Can I come with?” Misty said.
“Sure, why not?” Heather said.
The End