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Up" stitched above the pocket. In a matter of minutes I had donned them and located my Reeboks. With that accomplished, I headed for the door. |
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"Hey, where ya goin'?" Madden inquired. |
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"What other way is there? I sure as hell won't find him if I hang around this room." |
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Jake jacked his frame up off the bed and followed me to the door. "Do ya mind doin' this? I know this ain't your problem, but I know you been talkin' to this kid." |
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"I'd mind it a whole lot less if I had some hot coffee," I admitted. |
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Madden was a silent observer while I made my routine first weather assessment of the day. Brenda was right; it was still foggy. I could see across the motel parking lot, but that was about it. |
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Jake tugged down on the brim of his hat and started for his four-by-four. "I'm headed back to the market to see what them Mounties are gonna do with that thing in Palmer's cooler. If you find that Kelto kid, let me know what you learn." As he crawled into the cab, he gave B.C. one of his big affable smiles and drove away. |
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When I looked at Brenda, she had a perplexed "what's our next move?" look. |
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It was easy enough to check Kelto's room. I did, and he wasn't there. There was a brain game in all of this, a variation on the old |
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