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Kendall's hand traced along till it came to another X, this one with a small numeral two located next to it. "This is, as you all know, Tacker Point. This is where the bodies of the two young people were discovered yesterday morning." Again he began tracing along an invisible route until he came to another X. "This is where Mr. Kramer's body was discovered yesterday afternoon." Almost as an afterthought, he gestured to the fourth X. "And this is the location of the Carson loss." He stepped aside and made a sweeping gesture with his hand as though it would help the locals understand the magnitude of the problem of adequately covering the area. |
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"Hey, Madden," a voice bellowed from near the rear of the room, "how come we gotta cover it? Why don't the Mounties bring a squad in here and take care of it?" |
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"Yeah, Madden, why us? We don't know nothin' about trackin' some kinda madman." |
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Jake lumbered back to the front of the riser and stared toward the back of the room. "Because the RCMP post at Waverly is operatin' short-handed. Constable Kendall here called his superior officer at detachment headquarters and explained the situation. They promised to send in two more officers sometime tomorrowThurs- |
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