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see if he can send us some help. Then I'll call an open village meeting for two o'clock tomorrow afternoon and tell the folks what we need to do.'' |
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I looked over at Brenda. She was watching Madden, and there was a different kind of look on her face. Maybe haunted is the word I'm searching for. |
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Outside again, the earlier chill wind had died off, the rains had ceased, and the cloud deck was lying right on the surface of the bay. A heavy, smothering cloak of fog had settled over Chambers Bay. We were standing on the curb in front of Madden's office, and I knew the silver Z was parked at an angle not more than 20 feet awayyet I couldn't see it. |
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Caleb and Harlan said good night, and within seconds both were swallowed up by the fog. Brenda was standing next to me with the blanket still wrapped around her, shivering. |
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"Think you can find your way back to the motel in this soup?" Jake grunted. |
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"Shouldn't be all that difficult." Even as I said it, I knew there wasn't a great deal of conviction in my voice. |
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"I'll be happy to run you out there," Jake offered. |
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I took a long look at Brenda, who was the next best thing to a basket case, and decided to take the big man up on his offer. We |
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