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'Cease firing. It stopped Mr Gray in his tracks beside the Dumpster. No splashes from beneath him, though. But never mind that for a minute.

'What does he want, Jonesy? What does he want besides water?' Murder, Jonesy thought. All he could be sure of was that he suddenly felt like something pinned to the center ring of a target in a shooting gallery: hit the Beaver and win a clock-radio. Henry's too, if he could carry it. Though he was probably nowhere near the rotting outer edge of sanity, he could smell itsfoulness on the wind, coming in from the horizon; and like s