![]() ![]() Jim Hardie and Peter barnes, two high school boys, break into the new nightcrawler's house: ![]() 'Christ, don't admire us,' Lewis said, already moving toward his car. 'Gosh, what you guys do is so great, I mean I really admire you, with that club you have, and everything.' 'you mean Sears James and Ricky Hawthorne, I guess,' Robinson said, defeated already. 'I'm afraid I can't,' he said, more polite than if he had not felt the enormity of Robinson's need. Lewis knew that Robinson, for whatever private reasons, would fasten on him like a barnacle if he allowed him to. If Robinson could have handcuffed Lewis and dragged him across the street, he would have. Why don't you come over to my place, have a good stiff drink? I'd like to hear about your experiences, chew the fat a little bit, check out your insurance situation, just for the record - there's nobody at home here anyhow -' like Jim Hardie, he grabbed Lewis's arm, and Lewis, harassed and miserable as he was, sensed desperation and hunger in the man. You don't want to stand here in the cold. ![]() "Lewis was looking at the ground, not bothering to reply to these horrible remarks, and Freddy Robinson rushed into the silence to add, 'hey, you look kind of crapped out. Freddy Robinson, the insurance agent, and the next victim of the Nightcrawler: ![]()
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