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Sampson hooked a finger at me to follow him, and we headed up.

“Can I go now?” cutoffs girl called after us.

“Let’s see how good your word is first,” Sampson said.

When we got to the second floor hall, it was empty. The only light was a single electric hurricane lamp on a glossy antique table near the stairs. There were equestrian portraits on the walls and a long Oriental runner that ended in front of a closed double door at the back of the house. Even from here, I could make out more music thumping on the other side. Old-school this time. Talking Heads, “Burning Down the House.”

Watch out, you might get what you’re after.

Cool babies, strange but not a stranger.

I could hear laughing too, and two different men’s voices.

“That’s it, sweetheart. A little closer. Now pul

l down her panties.”

“Yeah, that’s what you call money in the bank right there.”

Sampson gave me a look like he wanted either to puke or to kill someone.

“Let’s do this,” he said, and we started up the hall.

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