May and Lennie were both staring at the gun, their faces as white as Blue's. May's mouth opened, but no sound came out. Parker felt the heft of the gun in his hand. “The simplest way,” he said thoughtfully, talking more to himself than to them, “would be to kill the three of you. Then Stubbs gets himself killed, and from then on everything is roses.” “Wait,” May said, her voice an octave higher than before. “It would be simplest.” “Number two is named Wells,” said May, talking so fast the words tripped all over each other. “His real name is Wallerbaugh, but he's calling himself Wells. And
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