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     Fric opened his mouth to issue what all but certainly would have been an invitation similar to those that users of a Ouija board were well advised to avoid. Before he could speak, he was distracted by movement at the periphery of his vision.
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     Sitting at the desk in his study, cheap chanel bags eating a ham sandwich, trying to puzzle meaning from Reynerd’s six taunting gifts, Ethan found his thoughts drifting repeatedly to Duncan Whistler.
     [320] In the garden room at Our Lady of Angels, when he had initially learned that Dunny’s body had gone missing, he had known intuitively that the uncanny events at Reynerd’s apartment and Dunny’s dead-man-walking stunt were related. Later, Dunny’s apparent involvement in the murder of Reynerd, though unexpected, had been no surprise.