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"So, where did the other two events come from?" he harumphed. |
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"I stumbled across them." |
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"That's the kind of research I'd expect out of you," he bristled. "What makes you think they're related?" |
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"What would you think?" Answer a question with a question; it's an irritating little trick I learned from Gibby Marshall, and professors hate it. |
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"I think you're beginning to believe this dark fantasy crap you write about, Elliott." |
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"I hate to be obvious, Cosmo, but all you have to do is look at the evidence. Each time the focus of the incident is on children. Can't you see the pattern?" |
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"Sure." I hastily sketched out a map loosely resembling the cluttered mass of islands and waterways that represented the vast Northwest Territories. "Now, trace itfrom Devon Island, down and over to Baffin Island. Then you go down the coast to Newfoundland and finally over to Quebec. If a person were following the coastline, they re damn near equidistant from each other. And surely you can't help but notice that these events have all happened exactly eleven years apart." |
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Cosmo was back to sucking on his pipe, but this time it was different. Now he was listening, and despite the glower, I could tell |
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