\" She handed the ticket seller, a boy that looked to be all of eighteen years old, murder money that she had stolen from Dawn Plote's dead son, five dollars. ‘Silence,’ he warned again, with a prod of the dagger at her heart. Oh God! my limbs fail me. Might we ask you if you have ever seen him, if you knew him at all before this evening?” She stood up suddenly, and turning her back to them, looked steadily out of the window. Catch him, she begged silently. Always.
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