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were following me. Why did you grab me, you fool? I could have shot you." |
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Chris focused on her last sentence and forgot, sort of, the stinging pain in his leg. "You've got your gun?" |
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Even in the darkness he could see her frown. "No. I suppose it's too much to hope that you've got it." |
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"Yeah, that's too much to hope. And I left the other one in the cabin too. In my suitcase." |
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"Damn. I should have looked for it. I guess I got preoccupied." |
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"You were inside?" Chris looked down at D.J. She glanced back at the cabin, a shadowy shape in the distance, while a thoughtful expression came over her face. |
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He spun her around to face him, anger at her lack of caution getting the better of him. "Dammit, D.J., he could have hurt you. What did you go in there for?" |
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She tilted her head back to look into his eyes. "Relax, McCall. No one was there when I went in looking for you. I didn't know Rich had been here, though once I got inside it was obvious someone had been, since the living room resembles a barn after a tornado's been through its middle. I didn't know about Rich until I found the" |
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Chris shook her, once, and she stopped talking. "Rich? You know the guy? Dark hair, perfect clothes, mean face." |
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D.J. nodded. "That's him. Rich Halloran." She shook her head in disgust. "I still can't believe I married the guy." |
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