Will slumped forward, staring blankly at his palms. "It was right under our fuckin' noses," he mumbled. "Me an' Much, we was both there, we was on our guard, and neither of us even twigged till he was..." Had he told her this part on the phone? He couldn't rightly remember. All the conversations of the last twenty-four hours bled together in his memory in a bleak, tarry soup. "Fuckin' prophecy. Fucks with everything. Fuck."