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It was pacing time. I got up and started. I had more questions. "Okaywhy the woods routine? Do you think that's how they'll make contact with you?" |
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Kelto nodded again. "The autumnal equinox draws near. I have tried to make myself accessible, but so far I have not been contacted." |
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"Maybe they're wise to you. Maybe they realize you're not one of them." |
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"I don't believe so," Kelto said guardedly. "I have been able to venture into the woods without incident. I have to believe that if they were onto me, I would have been attacked like the others." |
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"So what's your next move?" |
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Kelto dabbed at the crust of dried blood near the corner of his mouth. "To continue as I have been doing. The equinox draws near. It is my only opportunity." |
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Surprisingly enough, I was beginning to believe him. |
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Kendall's seven o'clock session was a repeat of the previous two. The patrol routes were designated and the teams appointed. For some reason, Madden was missing and the youngest of the trio of Mounties, Constable Gregory, was designated to take Madden's place. I begged off by telling Kendall I had uncovered some additional information that I wanted to |
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