The wall of St. Her foster father, Larry, was the hard working son-of-a-bitch type with a disdain for suits. I’ve made no mention of guns and daggers or, indeed, any of the more exciting aspects of the business. If ever the denouement came—if ever the Hand reached him—Ruth would then understand why he had rebuffed all her tender advances. She padded up the stairs to the bedroom, finding that her sheets had been changed with a fresh pillow case to welcome her weary head.
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