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when I tried to get away." |
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Jake put his hand on my shoulder to settle me down. |
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Kendall went right on. "Then, after it smashed your windshield, you fired three times and all three shots hit their target. Right so far?" |
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"What's this all about?" I asked angrily. I wanted to know why they were picking at my story. |
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"Then you traveled some additional distance before you stopped the truck, crawled out and encountered the beast again. Right, Mr. Wages?" |
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I looked at Madden. "What's going on here, Jake?" |
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The big man didn't answer. |
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"Did you get a good look at him during the second encounter?" Kendall continued to dig. |
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"Now wait a damn minute," I simmered. "Why, all of a sudden, are you double-checking everything I say? Tell me if I've lost my credibility with our little group and I'll be happy to gather my things and clear out of this crazy town." |
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"We got a problem," Jake finally admitted. |
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"With my version of what happened?" |
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"What we're coming to," Jake muttered, "is a conclusion that scares the hell out of us. After you shot the thing, ran over it and raced away from it, it was still right outside |
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