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head and gave her a big, goofy wolf grin. |
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"What am I going to do with you?" she said, and rubbed his snout. |
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He ran his tongue across her hand and then took off back up the trail to recover his pants. |
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The instant the Dark Man was safely inside his suite in the hotel across from Albuquerque International Airport, he set about weaving protective charms around all the windows and doors. Between Paula Inkarha's nightly ectoplasmic visits and the vengeful spirits that were following him around like packs of wild dogs, the Dark Man refused even to close his eyes until his place of rest was totally secure. |
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Of course the Inkarha woman was no real threat. Later, after he had disposed of Ms. Rand and Mr. Trigg, and after he had banished the spirits back to the dark regions where they belonged, he would pay a personal visit to the meddlesome Ms. Inkarha. |
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"When will they arrive?" the goateed man asked. |
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"Tomorrow. We will finish them the next day." |
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The Dark Man gave his assistant one of his rare smiles. "Then we can go home." |
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When Cyrus returned to the Lincoln, he found Kyna sitting inside with the doors locked, the engine running and the air conditioner blowing full blast. She saw him through the window and hit the lock-release button. He couldn't read her expression. |
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Her face was flushed and she had pulled her T-shirt up, exposing her midriff to the AC vent. |
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He unbuttoned his shirt and showed her. |
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"Not even a mark," she mumbled. |
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