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Buhle’s cozy grin disappeared. Then the rain became a mist, and was gone. ” They passed through another set of doors and now they were almost alone in a hall the size of his university’s basketball court, the only others a long way off. The fourth of our crew, Garrett, latched a boat hook into the net.

Not Lucas. He stepped an inch at a time forward until he was within about six feet of the side to side moving triangle of the mamba’s head, holding his breath. He turned back, and saw Clare’s head bobbing, sun-bleached hair plastered against her well-shaped scalp. “Haya-chan,” he said.