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page her. If she's near a phone.." "No. She's not answering..." "She may have it off."

"OK," hanging up. He took a deep breath, looking blankly around, "Time to clean up." Macaluso had been surprisingly neat under the circumstances. Avoided getting blood on all the rugs. There was not that much to do. Not here. Looking at the back of his Explorer, he thought that maybe he should change his plates. That took only a minute. He rummaged various closets for anything that might prove handy, checked the attic pulling things to rights, returned to the garage, packed his Ford Explorer with the bathtub rubber hose shower attachment, a garden hose from the garage, tools from the workshop, duct tape, and the propane tank that was sitting next to the barbecue. "Good. A full spare. Saves a step. Time to cook." He went back upstairs with the Venture tool kit and took apart Macaluso's television and thought, "I always wanted to screw up a TV.."