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Show •114 find his g l a s s e s. "They've got him up on the bank out of the water," Morgan said. I took a step backward and something b r i t t le and hard cracked under my foot. "Look o u t , " Jacob said. "Did I break them?" "It's all right, I have another pair at the house. Don't worry about me. " "What should we do now?" Morgan said. She was pale but she looked steadier than Jacob. "Hadn't we better go help them with Carlo?" "Before they take him to the police station," Jacob said. "Yes, let's help him. Come on, 3uck." "Wait a minute, I can't think with everybody talking at once. You and Morgan just go on back to the house. No, wait-take the car across to the other side and get Carlo first, if they'll let him go with you. Take him home and get him dry clothes. And Jacob, for God's sake don't call Alice. She'll only screw things up." "What about you?" Jacob stared at me through one good lens and one that was starred and broken. I saw a fragmented eye, frightened and mad. "Take those glasses off, you look ridiculous. Morgan can drive. I'll walk over there in a minute and tell them it wasn't Adam they brought up. I'll meet you later. Go |
