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Buckie was furious. He threw the toothbrush into the sudsy pail and stormed out of the church.

Saint or no saint.

Buckie Ziffer was going to give Big Little an excessively large piece of his mind.

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Buckie followed the handyman home. It was easy enough. Big never looked back. It was as if the man had a one-track mind that could only handle one thing at a time, Buckie thought. Well, walking was a pretty complicated task, Buckie thought.

When Big got home, he stopped at the basement door.

Buckie, as fast as greased lightning, hid behind some bushes that provided excellent cover while allowing the boy to watch Big unobserved. Big looked all around. Thinking himself in the clear, the man unlocked the padlock and entered the lower level of the old country house.

Buckie was puzzled.

Big was supposed to be slow. Everybody said so. Yet, to the boy at least, there was a calculated, and almost sinister look in Big's normally empty eyes.

Buckie's curiosity was piqued. He had to find out what Big was hiding in his basement.

Even if it killed him.

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