Anne Rice - v1, Lasher

Anne Rice v1 Lasher

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Unformatted text preview: n the upholstery and stretching out his legs comfortably in the luxuriant space. Lightner sat beside him, and away the car sped instantly, in its own realm of darkness thanks to the tinted windows, suddenly shut off from all the airport traffic and the pure brilliance of the morning sun. But it was comfortable, this car. And it was fast. "What did Erich say to you?" asked Lightner, with deliberate con- cealing evenness. Lark wasn't fooled by it. "Stood right in front of me, demanding to know where the specimens were. Rude. Downright aggressive and rude. I can't figure it. Was he trying to intimidate me?" "You didn't tell him what he wanted to know," said Lightner softly and conclusively and looked out the darkened glass. They were on the highway, turning onto the freeway, and this place looked a little like any place-squat suburban buildings with names blaring from them, empty space, uncut grass, motels. "Well, no, of course not. I didn't tell him any...
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This note was uploaded on 02/20/2010 for the course WRITING 220.200 taught by Professor Julie during the Spring '10 term at Johns Hopkins.

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