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against hope that there was some coffee available. Ever alert B.C. recognized the signal and handed me a lukewarm styrofoam cup. I took a sip and grimaced. |
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"Let's not hear any grousing," Brenda warned me. "I walked all the way down to the diner in this fog just to get this for you." |
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The statement was designed to make me feel like a heel, but I didn't. In my finest Cosmo Leach impression I declared it cold and unfit for human consumption. |
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"I ran into Jake here," B.C. continued, "and he was telling me about what happened with Kelto. We both thought you'd be interested." |
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Jake lowered his bulk down on the edge of the bed and picked up the cup of cold coffee. "You're right about that kid," Jake declared. "He sure is strange. When I got down to the market this mornin' he was screamin' at Kendall, tellin' him we had to burn the carcass of that damn thing we shot in the woods last night." |
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Jake shrugged. "How the hell should I know why? I just ran him off, told him we were under strict orders to turn the remains over to the RCMP." |
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"Then nothing. He just stood there glarin' at me, tellin' me that if I didn't believe him I better be talkin' to you." |
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