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'I don't know. Like if he wants to get rid of her or something.'
'That's what I thought you meant. 'Cause I'm thinking the same thing. How's he planning to keep her from going to the cops about this if he doesn't . . . like waste her?'
'Well, she is the one who started it.'
'I'm not gonna be here for something like that.'
'We won't let it happen.'
'Yeah, sure.'
'I mean it. I'll stop him.'
'Will you?'
'Damn right.' Just like I stopped him last night, Lou thought. 'I'm not gonna let him kill someone in front of us.'
'How's the chick-chick coming?' Doug asked, stepping up behind them.
'A few more minutes,' Sheila said. She patted Lou's back, then stood up. Lou stood up, too, keeping his hand on her shoulder.
'I wish Buddy'd get down here,' Cyndi said.
'He's probably already eaten, anyway.'
'Very funny. Maybe one of us should go up and . . .'
'Help him,' Doug said.
'You're really asking for it.'
'Think I'll get it?'
'Not . . .'
'Hi ho, everyone,' Buddy said, stepping into the kitchen with the pizza gal beside him. 'What's cooking?'

 
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