“Not this one,” insisted Amanda from the floor, causing Big Ben to pause. “Are you sure?” he asked, clearly disappointed. “Tempting though it is,” she said between laboured breaths, “This one is in handcuffs.” We heard the metal-on-metal sound of the ratchet mechanism shutting. “You fools! You must destroy the beast. You must, or he will rise to kill again.”
Amanda's a spoiled sport Vermont would have looked good in the water too
