Dig My Grave Deep

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Peter Rabe. Dig My Grave Deep

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-one

Chapter Twenty-two

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AT SEVEN in the morning he turned over in bed and woke up. There was a cup of cold coffee on the night-stand next to his bed. He swung his legs to the floor, drank the coffee, and looked across the room with no show of interest. He could have lived there a week or a year—the room didn’t tell—or maybe he didn’t spend time there. He put the empty cup down and went to take a shower, after which he got dressed. At seven-thirty, when he opened the door to go out, the phone started ringing. It rang three times while he looked at it and moved his mouth to whistle. He walked out of the room and closed the door. The phone was still ringing when he went downstairs.

After a two-block walk he stopped at the glass and tile front with the big sign that said United and went in. There was a well-groomed girl behind the counter who smiled at him happily, because that’s how she’d been trained.

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George gave a short grin, which surprised Port, and said, “He mentioned that. To start with, he can make his own.”

“Fine. That leaves me out.”

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