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e； you might get to know Wild Bill Wharton a whole lot better than you want to。〃 A slight pause。 〃We could see to it。〃
Percy was afraid of us； and he was probably afraid of what we might do if he was still around when we found out he'd been talking to Jack Van Hay about what the sponge was for and why we always soaked it in brine； but Harry's mention of Wharton woke real terror in his eyes。 I could see him remembering how Wharton had held him； ruffling his hair and crooning to him。
〃You wouldn't dare；〃 Percy whispered。
〃Yes I would；〃 Harry replied calmly。 〃And do you know what？ I'd get away with it。 Because you've already shown yourself to be careless as hell around the prisoners。 Inpetent； too。〃
Percy's fists bunched and his cheeks colored in a thin pink。 〃I am not…〃
〃Sure you are；〃 Dean said； joining us。 We formed a rough semicircle around Percy at the foot of the stairs； and even a retreat up the tunnel was blocked； the gurney was behind him； with its load of smoking flesh hidden under an old sheet。 〃You just burned Delacroix alive。 If that ain't inpetent； what is？〃
Percy's eyes flickered。 He had been planning to cover himself by pleading ignorance； and now he saw he was hoist by his own petard。 I don't know what he might have said next； because Curtis Anderson came lunging down the stairs just then。
We heard him and drew back from Percy a little； so as not to look quite so threatening。
〃What in the blue fuck was that
