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me to go thumping around in some foggy woods taking my life in my hands. |
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With four and a half hours standing between me and the invasion of the woods, I had two things to accomplish. Concern number one was good old Brenda, who I hadn't seen for hours. After several discreet inquiries, I was fairly well able to determine that the lady's whereabouts were somewhat of a mystery. The hairs on the back of my neck had that funny little twitch to them, another signal (almost as good as the one from the gut) that there was reason for concern. I told Madden about it and Doc Ferris as well. They both agreed to keep an eye open for her. |
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My driving record was already marred by two wrecked vehicles, so I was somewhat reluctant to ask Madden if I could borrow his four-by-four. The bottom line was, I didn't ask; I just took it. Given the situation, who was going to know? Madden had his hands full, getting supplies rounded up for the search. |
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It took me a full ten minutes to slip down the alley behind Palmer's market and two foggy blocks to the highway leading out to the motel. It was a long shot, but my instincts told me that if everyone else was in town, Kelto would be where everyone else wasn't. |
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Along the way I cursed the fog, the |
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