Frederic Edwin Church The Andes of Ecuador painting

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When Ethan Truman, Manheim’s security chief, came calling, Reynerd had been stunned. By his admission, he behaved suspiciously.As Corky wadded up the candy wrapper and stuffed it into the trash bag, he wished restaurants, and attractions. The arcade was on this top level.With school out, kids crowded around the arcade . Most were in their early teens.The machines beeped, rang, tolled, chimed, bleated, tweedled, [85] whistled, rattattooed, boomed, shrieked, squealed, ululated, roared like gunning engines, emitted scraps of bombastic , the screams of virtual victims, twinkled, flashed, strobed, and scintillated in all known that he could dispose of Reynerd as easily.Suddenly rain fell more heavily than at any previous moment of the storm. The deluge knocked stubborn acorns from the oak under which he had parked, and cast them across the BMW. They rattled off the paint work and surely marred it, snapped off the windshield but did not crack it.He didn’t have to sit here, in a danger of acorns, plotting Reynerd’s demise, until a rotting thousand-pound limb broke free, fell on the car, and crushed him for his trouble. He could get on with his day and mentally draw up blueprints for the murder while he attended to ot.Corky drove a few miles to a popular upscale shopping mall and parked in the underground garage.He got out of the BMW, stripped off his slicker and his droopy rain hat, which he tossed onto the floor of the car. He shrugged into a that complemented his sweater and jeans.An elevator carried him from subterranean realms to the highest of two floors of shops,