or he 'd tell me stories about monsters in the wardrobe , just to wind me up . if it was possible to be killed twice , that is . as he was searching for a spare clip , a gun slid next to his thigh . you always come to see me on wednesdays , before you work your shift at the library . probably around five-thirty , i would guess , so he would n't have to wait long before trashing the real tape and choosing his substitute . '' it was hard to think , to concentrate . 