Whitstable Art

Beasley followed me around with his body and stepped away from the door as I neared it. The other man had trouble holding himself quiet. I got to the door and reversed a key that was in it. Dorr said dreamily: You're just like one of those rubber new movies balls on the end of an elastic. The farther you get away, the suddener you'll bounce back. I said: The elastic might be a little rotten, and went through the door, turned the key in it and braced myself for shots that didn't come. As a bluff,