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Excerpts Stone by Stone
Secure behind my little wall, I turned and shot a glance at Jacob. Damn. Hadn't realised. In his sudden descent, Jacob had landed facing the other way. His left shoulder jutted up like a sail without wind, obscuring his face. I thought about stepping back into the room and moving him around, but the blood was already seeping from the wounds in his skull, and I didn't want to disturb its natural pattern on the floor. The police might wonder why he'd been moved. Let them choke on it, with their badges and notebooks and their damn eyes. Watching everything. Let them tell his family they didn't know why, couldn't see why - oh, why - he'd been killed, of anyone. Random violence. So heartbreaking. Let them tell his damn wife.
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