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get out of here before that old lady comes marching in here and finds us trespassing. For all we know, that little old lady could be carrying a very big gun." |
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I put the statuette down, carefully positioning it just as I had found it in proximity to the tapered candle and the sprig of pine. That same gut voice was talking to me again. Glenna Austin very well might not be able to find her kitchen in all this clutter, but I had the distinct feeling she would know immediately if someone had been tinkering with her little altar. |
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"Can we get out of here now?" Brenda pleaded. |
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We didn't head directly back to the motel. In fact, we didn't make it back there until midafternoon. From the Austin widow's decrepit old house perched on the hill, we headed for Caleb Hall's marina to find out what, if anything, he knew about the old woman. While Caleb professed that it was his wife who kept him tuned in on the local gossip of Chambers Bay, I figured he knew more than our friend Madden. Jake knew who people were, but Caleb seemed to know what they were doing. |
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We found Caleb huddled by an old kerosene heater in an unpainted clapboard shanty at the far end of the public pier. He was bent over some charts, knee deep in |
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