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to you. I figure he came to, realized what happened, couldn't find his keys and did the same thing you didstumbled out of here." |
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"Probably home. Remember, he's embarrassed. Getting yourself zonked out by the lady of your choice when you're trying to put the moves on her is a little tough to explain. I'll give you two to one odds he falls all over you with apologies the next time he sees you." |
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Brenda looked up at me, smiled and squeezed my hand. Before she could get the words out, a shrill, piercing scream raced up and around the words already forming in her throat. The sound erupted into the twilight grayness. She fell back, pointing, her face twisted in terror. |
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There he was. Percy Kramer hadn't stumbled out of his embarrassing situation after all. Instead, he was hanging by his feet from the gnarled limb of a dead rock pine. His throat had been slit. |
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B.C. was hysterical. "Oh, my God, E.G., look at him. What have they done to him?" |
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It was all too obvious. Percy Kramer had been intentionally hung upside down to drain the blood. Percy Kramer, Chambers Bay druggist and erstwhile Brenda swain, was somebody or something's intended food supply. |
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