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meantime, I've assigned Constable Hawkins and four other men to continue the patrol of the perimeter of the village." |
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It was a struggle, but I finally managed to heft my weary body out of the chair and went looking for B.C. It was her job to find out where I would be most likely to locate the Austin widow and young Kelto. Some things hadn't changed. I still wanted to talk to both of them. |
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Brenda was just walking through the door when the Kendall briefing began to break up. Despite the long night, there was still a twinkle in her eyes that made her look a whole lot better than the majority of Chambers Bay's walking wounded. She was sporting a smudge on one cheek and her hair was mussed, but other than that she looked surprisingly fresh. For the most part, it was the moon child element that was still with us. |
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"Any luck? Locate either of them?" |
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B.C. shook her head. "Nothing! Not a trace. It's like they just disappeared. I've checked every place in the village that housed people last night." |
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"Damn," I muttered, "you'd think someone would have seen at least one of them. Kendall was certain we had everybody rounded up." |
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"Kendall is wrong," she announced. "Remember that skinny little gal that works in the village office? The one that gave us |
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