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the motel, out the back door and saw the car with the couple in it sitting out on the point. That's when this Kelto kid shows up." |
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Jake wearily took the notebook out of his shirt pocket, wet his pencil with the tip of his tongue and scribbled a fast note. Even though I couldn't see the entry, I knew the one they called Kelto had just bubbled to the top of Jake's concern list. |
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"Well," Harlan drawled, "we better do somethin', and we better be doin' it fast." He turned to Jake. "Think maybe we oughta see how many guys we call round up and start combin' that stretch of beach from the motel on down past the pier on out to the Carson place?" |
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"Does that include the cave area?" I asked. |
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"Most of 'em," Jake grunted. "There's only a couple down on George Daniels's place." |
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"Why are you askin' about the caves?" Caleb inquired. |
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I shrugged. "Call it a gut feeling." |
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What about it, Jake? Think we oughta make a sweep through that area?" Harlan asked. |
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The big man drained the last of his coffee and nodded. "Don't think we have much choice," he admitted. "We can't just stand around while this thing wipes out the whole damn village. I'll call Lieutenant Langley over at the Waverly post in the mornin' and |
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