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clasped behind her back, wandered over to a dirty little window and stood looking out at the foggy bay. Caleb watched her intently. There was a look of consternation on his lined face, as though there was something he wanted to ask her. |
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"Do you remember when that woman you call the Austin widow arrived in these parts?" |
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Caleb rolled his eyes, then closed them momentarily. "Can't say as I do. Spring maybe . . . maybe early summer. Strange old lady. Sorta seems like part of the local scenery now, though." |
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"Who knows her? Does she have any friends? Does she attend one of the local churches?" |
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"Ya know, it's funny you should ask me those questions. Them's the same questions Jake told me that strange young fella works for Bert asked him about the old woman." |
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"You mean Kelto, the Johnsons' night man?" |
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"That's the one," Caleb confirmed. |
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There wasn't much doubt now that Kelto and I were racing toward the same conclusion. The difference was, at this stage, he knew a little more about it than I did. It was becoming clearer all the time that Kelto was the one who had the answers I was looking for. I had to pin him down and find out what he really knew. Otherwise I had a story with a beginning and an end but no |
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