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D.J. stared at the bullet hole in the wall and thought back over the past few days: the break-in; someone searching for somethinga something they couldn't find; McCall hit on the head when he surprised the thief, injured, but not killed. |
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Then last night: the motorcycle accident. D.J. saw again the black van idling a few feet away. The back-up lights flared to life, she yelled for help, and the culprit drove away. |
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Had the driver been planning to back over McCall instead of coming to his aid? Had the accident not been an accident at all, but deliberate? Had her shout for help warned the driver of her presence, causing him to flee? |
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Neither of the occurrences would have made her think twice, since they seemed unrelatedone in- |
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