The open windows were above them now and, unless the intruder were to lean out, they could not possibly be seen. Holding down the light, he perceived that the wounded man had risen to the surface, and was trying to clamber up the slippery sides of the well. He pushed her small hand into his jeans. Occasionally he revealed tidbits about his past after a good kill. He sent me home. She gaped at its keep, at least ten feet tall, a frightening gray coffin turned upright. My name is Wild— Jonathan Wild.
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