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feeling that old Harlan would have given just about anything to be anywhere else other than here, sorting through what was fast becoming the fifth in the series of incidents. That's the way both Jake and Caleb were referring to it now that I had paraded them step by step through the sequence of similar attacks. |
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"Every eleven years, huh?" Harlan repeated. |
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I nodded. "So far that's the pattern we think we see." |
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"But it ain't the same thing, Harlan," Jake insisted. "Like Wages here was sayin', we got two different things goin' on. Them kids we discovered out back of the motel this mornin'that's a different thing than old Percy. Them kids was carved up slick as a whistle; those parts was taken out just like a surgeon had done it." |
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"You mean we got us two killers on the loose?" Harlan gulped. |
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"To be honest, I don't know how many there are," I admitted. |
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"You're tellin' us that them kids this mornin' are just as different from Percy Kramer as old Percy was from those animals we found earlier this week," Caleb parroted. He looked over at me for confirmation of his assessment. |
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Brenda looked up from her cup just long enough to insist that all of the incidents were somehow related. |
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