As Perry quietly played through his hymns, he became aware of the shifting bodies in the bunk beds around him; he was not used to sleeping in a room with so many strangers. He wasn't uncomfortable sleeping near other people - he trusted Dick to fight off any conflicts they might encounter - but he felt vulnerable. Singing and playing was always an authentic output of his soul, and when he was in this kind of mood, he was even slightly uncomfortable sharing his mind with Dick.
-Perry heard a grunt from an upper bunk bed, followed by a rough voice muttering "we're trying to sleep". Perry didn't bother to argue; he wasn't in the mood. He played more quietly and eventually sung a cappella, revealing the scratchiness of his voice previously masked by the smooth guitar. After he had finished playing, a voice from the same bunk bed summoned him. "Hey, I know that song!" whispered the voice. It was hoarse but Perry could still decipher a soft and sensitive element in its tone. Why would they care?, thought Perry.
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+Perry heard a grunt from an upper bunk bed, followed by a rough voice muttering "we're trying to sleep". Perry didn't bother to argue; he wasn't in the mood. He played more quietly and eventually sung a cappella, revealing the scratchiness of his voice previously masked by the smooth guitar. After he had finished playing, a voice from the same bunk bed summoned him. "Hey, I know that song!" whispered the voice. It was hoarse but Perry could still decipher a soft and sensitive element in its tone. Why would they care?, thought Perry.
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+Write a scene detailing the day or night referred to at the bottom of p202 and top of p203. Contrast Dick and Perry’s actions with a scene showing either the KBI investigation or the residents of Holcomb.
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+It was quiet and cold in Alvin Dewey's house, despite him working tirelessly into the night. It was now 7.00 pm - which was when his wife Marie would usually serve dinner for the family - and Alvin was still sitting slumped in an armchair with a battered notepad on his lap and the handset sandwiched between his shoulder and cheek. Marie worked nearby him in the kitchen, listening to his slow mutterings and sighs followed by probing questions.
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+Marie had noticed Alvin's health worsening over recent days - he had never been so committed to his work. She was unsure whether he was so dedicated because of his interest in the case, or the reward he may get. But the long nights spent sifting through documents and photographs suggested he simply wanted to get to the bottom of the case.
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