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The hammer breathed in Snatch’s grip; it swayed back and forth and threatened to drop down onto Laura’s head at any second. The bright flashlight beam stayed focused on Snatch’s face, and the officer holding that flashlight continued barking orders.

His words could have been in a different language.

Snatch didn’t hear them.

He focused on Laura.
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The tree line loomed ahead as Snatch stumbled forward, on his way to the wonderful woods. The trees called to him as he felt the heat of the flaming farmhouse behind him. The flickering fire danced and threw wicked shadows against the dark tree line, shapes that Snatch thought he could see the Reaper and the dead mouse in.

Snatch’s senses stumbled less than he did. He could hear the sound of gravel crunching as more squad cars pulled into the farmhouse’s driveway and smell the sweat beading on each officer’s forehead. He saw the shadows swirling against the tree line as he stumbled toward the thin first line of trees.
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I killed Mother.

Snatch’s words ran through his head as he spoke them. They seemed unreal, twisted, warped, surreal. He gagged and fought back the rush of acid up his throat. His tongue convulsed in his mouth.

“No,” he said, turning to look at the Reaper in his old farmer guise. “It’s not possible.”
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Laura’s eyes rolled back in her head after the gun’s barrel connected with her temple. It only took seconds for her temple to swell and change to a dark purple color. She stayed conscious and fought her eyes back into position, so she could look at Snatch.

“What are you going to do now?” she asked. Her voice trembled and weakly crawled forward.
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The world pitched and rolled beneath Edgar Snatch as he walked toward the narrow trees at the edge of the forest. He could feel Laura’s eyes on him, and rather than the glee he’d had moments before, he felt a deep dread seated in his stomach.

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Snatch opened his eyes and prepared to answer the Question Queen’s questions, but his eyes opened to a different setting than the one he expected.

His hands were cuffed and he sat in the rear seat of Laura’s squad car. He peered through the divider and sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, between his teeth.

Laura drove in silence.

“What’s going on?” Snatch asked. His voice dragged itself through the muggy humidity of the thick air in the police car.

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Snatch blinked and squeezed his eyes shut until bright splotches of color splashed behind his eyelids. He sucked a deep breath in past his dry lips and forced his eyes open.

The Reaper, in his old farmer guise, looked at him.

“I just don’t know who Danielle is,” Snatch whispered.
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“A Man Called Edgar Snatch” usually releases new updates each Wednesday. There will be no Edgar Snatch update today, but updates will resume as of next week on Wednesday – October 6th, 2010.

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Snatch heard his heart thudding in his chest. He didn’t feel his heart thumping in his ribcage.

He truly heard it.

He looked at the back of his eyelids; his eyes, still closed.

A familiar smell floated under his nose and he swayed in his seat. Dizziness swept through him and made his brain feel as if it shifted from side to side inside his skull. The smell of Vodka, gin, whiskey and rum surrounded him.
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Snatch looked at the clock and watched the second hand twitch in place as the last charges of the battery died out, and the incessant ticktock gave way to momentary silence. His eyes shifted to the open door.

A bony, well-dressed woman stepped into the room and shut the door behind her. Snatch stared at her hands, knotted and gnarled, and covered in liver spots. He looked up at the woman’s sunken cheeks and hollow, brown eyes.
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