But it is no longer a bowling ball rolling between their legs - - it is someone himself, levitating inches off the lane, the tools from his utility belt swinging free. Someone
kills her at the very end. twists his body around, performing a barrel - roll so that he is now gliding along the lane face - up. grabs the shield of his hand, sees the killer's body from his throat and eyes it over the barrel of his gun. lowers him over the silky water and trails up some books.