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thought." She was right, and he may have put his life on the line not acting on it. |
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His heart pounded wildly, and his hands could barely work the wrench on the last two bolts. The raspiness of his breath magnified under the close ceiling of the van. Then, as if in a half-glimpsed premonition, he heard the sound of traffic, and a side effect . . . too close for the usual road noise. |
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He looked down the length of his body to see the light blue car turn sharply onto the asphalt and head straight for his van's rear. It slammed into the van, knocking it off the tirejack and crushing the last breath in John Victor Perry's chest. |
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