The guy with the clipboard gave Henry a single dour look and then trudged on toward the Winnebago. The band around his chest was hotter and heavier than ever, and he could hardly breathe. And still his finger would not loosen. 'That's what he said, what he always said.
'Go on,' he says, smile fading a little. 'Based on their behavior, I have no reason to believe the men know. 'For now, Archie, eyeball em, smell em, listen to their tall tales, and document any Ripley you see. The woman abruptly pulled her hands out of Henry's and leaned forward, mouth opening.
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