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β€œIt’s a hell of a thing.”

β€œIt’s an awful thing,” Nick said.

They did not say anything. George reached down for a towel and wiped the counter.

β€œI wonder what he did?” Nick said.

β€œDouble-crossed somebody. That’s what they kill them for.”

β€œI’m going to get out of this town,” Nick said.

β€œYes,” said George. β€œThat’s a good thing to do.”

β€œI can’t stand to think about him waiting in the room and knowing he’s going to get it. It’s too damned awful.”

β€œWell,” said George, β€œyou better not think about it.”