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"Nothin' but the goddamn fog," the man snapped. |
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Madden grunted, released the button and laid the mike on the dashboard. For a moment or two he stared off in the grayness. "Know what Vernice told me? |
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"She says you not only research this weird stuff. She says that when you figure out what s happenin' and come up with some logical explanation for it you write about it. That true? Do you write about ghosts and stuff like that ?" |
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"Everybody knows a ghost story or two," I said, smiling. "If we didn't have ghost stories, we wouldn't need campfires. If we didn't have campfires, we wouldn't need marshmallows. If we didn't have marshmallows, the whole economy would collapse." |
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Jake didn't smile. "How come you didn't tell me that? How come you told me you was a researcher?" |
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"Minor detail. Besides, it didn't seem important." |
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"You came here knowin' that somethin' unusual was gonna happen in Chambers Bay, didn't ya?" |
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"Call it a hunch. But when I read the news reports about the animals, it more or less confirmed some suspicions." |
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"Guess in a way we can be thankful for |
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