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close to seventy from the looks of her. I kinda figure she ain't all there." Jake gestured to his head to make the point. |
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"Maybe we oughta check her out," Harlan persisted. |
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Madden suddenly looked exasperated. "Hell's fire, this ain't no witch hunt. Use your head, Harlan. No old lady is goin' around eatin' goats and horses, cuttin' up kids and butcherin' the local druggist." |
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"Well, I been here less than two days, and I can think of a newcomer to these parts." |
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Harlan looked at me open-mouthed. "Who?" |
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"What about this kid Kelto that works for Bert and Polly Johnson down at the motel?" |
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Jake looked at me out of the corner of his eye. It was one of those "why the hell didn't I think of that" kind of looks. "Now, there's one for you," he muttered. |
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"Jake," I interrupted, "how did you learn about those two kids that were found down behind the motel this morning?" |
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"Couple of fishermen that have been stayin' at the motel reported it. They went out about midnight, came in about dawn, saw that the car was still sittin' there and that the kids were still in it." |
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"I was out behind that motel last night," I admitted. "After we left you at the diner, we went back to the motel, sat out in front for a while, and when Brenda went in to go to bed, I went to the office, walked through |
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