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and special secret place. Given the slightest reason to believe that Moloch was coming, he could bolt for cover and be out of sight as . Mr. Truman would not arrive with the food for perhaps ten minutes.The rain-soaked, fog-swaddled grounds beyond the windows were revealed by many landscape lights, but the theme was enchantment and romance, which meant that shadows ruled. If Moloch had scaled the estate wall without being detected by the security system, he might be out there, shrouded in the murk, watching.Fric considered hurrying to the kitchen under the pretense of lending a hand with dinner, but he didn’t want to appear to be needy, nerdy, geeky.If he actually might run away aquick as a rabbit.Weirdly, he suspected that Mr. Truman, too, expected Moloch. The voltage-flow-testing story was crap. Something must be up.He hoped that Mr. Truman wouldn’t page him by intercom, as he had earlier paged him in the library. Not even under duress would Fric press the RESPOND button, because he was afraid that like *69, it might connect him with that place from which something had tried to squirm through the handset cord and into his ear.Finishing the table preparation sooner than expected, he checked his wristwatchnd join the Marine Corps someday, instead of hiding
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