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Although everyone had agreed that the girl's death was puzzling, it had crossed no one's mind that she might not be dead at all. "At first I wasn't completely sure. "Yes it is. ""Yes. "I never step on a crack if I can help it. She had kept him because he was Paul Sheldon, and she — "She's my number-one fan,»Paul muttered, and put an arm over his eyes. One of her keys rattled in the lock — a new Kreig that would have defeated even Tom Twyford himself, Paul thought — and then she was striding down the hall again, the thud of her boot-heels mercifully diminishing. decrement