"No he won't. Not with the door shut."

"He?"

Al's face darkened, the blood rushing to his cheeks. Finney watched his hands squeeze into fists, then open slowly again.

"When the door's shut you can't hear anything down here," Al went on in a tone of forced calm. "I soundproofed it myself. So shout if you want, you won't bother anyone."

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