” In the studio, the anchor turns to her cohost. Gil knows better than to ask more questions. I suspect he’d had the idea all along, but kept it from me because he knew I wouldn’t take his advice. Paul leads us down a final hallway, toward the single room at the end.
His tusks were larger, his front shoulders lower,his legs more powerful, and his body was covered with hair that was more visible. In a single movement he lunges between us, pushing Paul back into the Officers’ Room, and slams the door. Back in the bedroom, Paul’s bunk is empty. From the front, where we entered a few hours earlier, it’s just a stumpy modern building with a Picasso sculpture on the front lawn that looks like a glorified birdbath.
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