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didn't have those wooden handles. She pulled Tom's arms down, crossed them over his belly, and started tying them together with one of the ropes. |
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'Do you think we'd better call the police?' Kara asked. |
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Denise shook her head. 'I don't know. I don't want to get him in trouble.' |
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'Yeah, but he tried to kill you, didn't he?' |
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'He can't do anything once he's all tied up.' |
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'I know. He scares me, too. But maybe he'll be normal again when he comes to. Maybe whatever was wrong with him will go away. And even if he's still nuts, he won't be able to hurt us. We'll make sure he doesn't get loose.' |
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'How? You mean like bonk him on the head again?' |
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'Well, you'll have to do it, then. Not me. It's your turn.' |
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Nodding, Denise tugged the red wooden handles to tighten the bundle of knots. 'He won't get out of that,' she said. |
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She took the second rope from Kara. She made a slip knot near one of its handles, then lifted Tom's head off the tiles and put the loop around his neck. She slid the knot up against his skin. Holding the other handle, she scooted backward to take most of the slack out of the rope, sat down on the floor and crossed her legs. |
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'He causes any trouble,' she said, 'I'll give him a yank.' |
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