Devil’s Answer––––––––
The Loggerheads pub: cellar door
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Bobby had barely slept all night, haunted by bad dreams and the terrible thing he’d done to Harry, but he finally dropped off from sheer exhaustion in the early hours. When he woke up, the bed beside him was cold and empty. He sat up, looking over at the alarm clock as its digits flicked to 6:37. Whatever Pat had done to Harry, it was all over now. Bobby felt the sting of guilt in his stomach as he thought about Angela, sleeping upstairs with that baby in her belly, blissfully unaware that Harry was gone. He carefully took the cotton wool balls, one then the other from inside his ears. The baby was screaming. Where was Marilyn?
He stood up and walked over to the crib, looking down at his daughter. Her mouth was wide open
