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side and lay flat to her head on the other endearingalmost as endearing as the fact that she'd obviously run straight from her bed to rescue him. |
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''McCall." Impatience laced D.J.'s voice. |
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"Ah, no. They didn't tell me why, or if they'd been sent or were acting on their own." She opened her mouth to ask another question, but he kept speaking right over her attempt. "And no, I didn't recognize any of them. But they did know my name." |
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Her eyes narrowed in speculation. "Interesting. What, exactly, did they say to you?" |
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"They said, 'McCall, it's time to die.' Short, sweet, to the point." |
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"And then you kicked the crap out of them." |
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"Hmm." She looked him up and down. He could tell by the tone of her voice that his ability had her impressed, albeit reluctantly. But he'd never hear D.J. Halloran praise him out loud. He'd heard all the good she had to say to him in one small "hmm." |
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They continued to walk down the deserted highway while D.J. thought out loud. "I'm sure no one followed us. I don't know how they could have. I only called Captain Miller, and since he's scared to death you'll get killed and screw him up with the mayor, I don't think he's a suspect." She shook her head, biting her lip in concentration. "I told him to have Lou call me. But he hasn't, though that was only a few hours ago. Lou would never hurt me. So he's not a suspect either. But someone I've trusted with too much information is." She ran her fingers distractedly through her short hair, making it stand up on end even worse than before. "I just can't un- |
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