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didn’t hear , either. Clear but shallow, a faint whistle in his throat.With scary face-twitching spasms of glee that would have caused Fric’s bladder to empty in a rush if he had not such a short time ago relieved himself on the potted palm, Moloch said, “I wanted you alert to experience all the terror of being snatched out of your posh digs, knowing that your big-shot daddy can’t swoop down in cape and tights or on a flying motorcycle like you once thought hepool, to the north hall and then westward toward the rotunda.Such a sight: thirty or forty luminous-white birds flowing along [578] the corridor, a feathered river in this canyon of sumptuous decor, as might a party of freed spirits soar toward Valhalla.Into the entry rotunda they flew, and circled there as if caught in the whirlpool currents of a forming cyclone, until Ethan caught up with them, whereupon the many birds swarmed closer could. Not all the muscled movie stars in the world, certainly not all the supermodels, not even all the beefed-up bodyguards in Bel Air can save your pampered ass.”Fric knew then that he was going to die. No chance to sneak off to Goose Crotch, Montana. No hope of someday at last some peace. As the shepherd to the sheep, as the hound to the showed Ethan the way, bird by bird, out of the conservatory, into the east hall, past the indoor