” Lucy spat. Like a trollop in heat. “Neither you nor I, Nigel, are made of such stuff,” she answered. Anything that drew attention to her must be avoided. Could she go through with it? She must. Stanley considered. There would be no moon. One of the sampans was hailed, and a ropeladder was lowered. Lucy aimed the firearm at Rhea’s chest.
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