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eventually talked to us. Unfortunately, no one told us anything revealing about Daniel and Charles, or their murderers.
It was an extraordinarily busy night at the precinct house. More than two dozen homicide detectives and FBI agents conducted reinterviews. We exchanged notes and bios of the suspects with highlighted inconsistencies. We went hard at the most obvious liars in the group. We also kept a list of the witnesses who seemed the most likely to break under pressure. We switched interviewers on them, sent them to the cells, then summoned them back before they could sleep; we doubled up on them.
‘All we need is a few rubber hoses,’ one of the New Orleans detectives said while we were waiting for Anne Elo to be fetched from her cell for the sixth time that night. His name was Mitchell Sams, and he was around fifty, a black man, hugely overweight, tough, effective, cynical as hell.
When Anne Elo was brought back into the interrogation room, she looked like a sleepwalker. Or a zombie. Her eye sockets were incredibly deep and dark. Her lips were chapped and caked with dried blood.
Sams went at her. ‘Good morning, glory. It’s nice to see your pasty-white face again. You look like total shit, babe. I’m being kind. Several of your friends, including your pathetic boyfriend, have broken down already tonight.’
The girl turned her vacant eyes toward a brick wall. ‘You must be mistaking me for somebody who gives a shit,’ she said. I decided to try an idea that had been weaving through my mind for the past hour or so. I had used it on a few of the others.’We know about the new Sire,’I told Anne Elo.’He’s gone back to California. He isn’t here for you. He can’t help you, or hurt you.’ Her face remained blank and unresponsive, but she folded her arms. She sagged a few inches in her chair. Her lips were bleeding again, possibly because she’d bitten into them. ‘Who gives a shit. Not me.’
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鈥淪limy gits,鈥�Ron muttered as he, Harry, and Hermione turned to face the field again. Next moment, Ludo Bagman charged into the box.
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And that is how we let Barbara in.








26. The Dedication
It was only yesterday afternoon, dear reader, exactly three weeks after the birth of Barbara, that I finished the book, and even then it was not quite finished, for there remained the dedication, at which I set to elatedly. I think I have never enjoyed myself more; indeed, it is my opinion that I wrote the book as an excuse for writing the dedication.
鈥淢adam鈥�(I wrote wittily), 鈥淚 have no desire to exult over you, yet I should show a lamentable obtuseness to the irony of things were I not to dedicate this little work to you. For its inception was yours, and in your more ambitious days you thought to write the tale of the little white bird yourself. Why you so early deserted the nest is not for me to inquire. It now appears that you were otherwise occupied.

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the prize he had won; and he did not remember there was such a thing as a hen in the world when he beheld the Sister of the Sun sleeping on a bed before him.
For some time he stood staring; then he came to himself with a start, and feeling that he had no business there, softly stole away, and was fortunate enough to recapture the hen, which he took with him to the gate. On the threshold he stopped again. 鈥榃hy should I not look at the Sister of the Sun?鈥�he thought to himself; 鈥榮he is asleep, and will never know.鈥�And he turned back for the second time and entered the chamber, while the hen wriggled herself free as before. When he had gazed his fill he went out into the courtyard and picked up his hen who was seeking for corn.
As he drew near the gate he paused. 鈥榃hy did I not give her a kiss?鈥�he said to himself; 鈥業 shall never kiss any woman so beautiful.鈥�And he wrung his hands with regret, so that the hen fell to the ground and ran away.
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鈥業 wouldn't mind if I could just get out occasionally and do something useful. I've asked Dumbledore whether I can escort you to your hearing鈥攁s Snuffles, obviously鈥攕o I can give you a bit of moral support, what d'you think?鈥� Harry felt as though his stomach had sunk through the dusty carpet. He had not thought about the hearing once since dinner the previous evening; in the excitement of being back with the people he liked best, and hearing everything that was going on, it had completely flown his mind. At Sirius's words, however, the crushing sense of dread returned to him. He stared at Hermione and the Weasleys, all tucking into their sandwiches, and thought how he would feel if they went back to Hogwarts without him.
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銆��鈥淧erhaps it鈥檚 because I鈥檓 not impressed by antiquity.鈥�He smiled, evidently satisfied that he鈥檇 distractedme. 鈥淗onestly, though, why do you read it over and over?鈥�His eyes were vivid with real interest now, trying鈥�again 鈥�to unravel the convoluted workings of my mind. He reached across the table to cradle my face inhis hand. 鈥淲hat is it that appeals to you?鈥� 銆��His sincere curiosity disarmed me. 鈥淚鈥檓 not sure,鈥�I said, scrambling for coherency while his gazeunintentionally scattered my thoughts. 鈥淚 think it鈥檚 something about the inevitability. How nothing can keepthem apart 鈥�not her selfishness, or his evil, or even death, in the end. . . .鈥� 銆��His face was thoughtful as he considered my words. After a moment he smiled a teasing smile. 鈥淚 still thinkit would be a better story if either of them had one redeeming quality.鈥� 銆��鈥淚 think that may

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鈥淚t seems to work too,鈥�Sophie murmured, looking into the washbasin with a shiver. Water ran into the basin when she turned a blue-green knob that might have been brass and washed some of the decay away. Sophie rinsed her hands and face in the water without touching the basin, but she did not have the courage to use DRYING POWER. She dried the water with her skirt and then set off to the next black door.
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