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'You tried to knock my brains out,' he said.
'I know. I'm sorry.'
His hand moved higher and he began to massage the nape of her neck. 'Why did you do that?'
'I don't know.'
'You don't know?'
'Huh-uh.'
'Were you mad at me?'
'I don't know you.'
'Did somebody send you?'
'I just came with the pizzas.'
'And you just suddenly got an urge to brain me?'
'Yeah.'
'Don't like my face?'
'It wasn't you. I just wanted . . . to kill whoever came to the door.'
'Real nice.'
'I'm sorry.'
'What do you think we oughta do about it?'
He didn't call the police, Maureen realized. He brought me in here and stripped me, instead.
'Maybe you should call the police,' she murmured.
'Would you like to be arrested? Would you like to go to prison? You assaulted me with a deadly weapon. That'd be a prison term for sure, wouldn't it?'
'Maybe.'
I'd rather take my chances with the police, she thought.
Trevor. Oh God, Trevor. If Rory hadn't been sick . . .
One hand continued to rub her neck. The other, his

 
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