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assessed, "but it could be done." |
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B.C. was still shivering, so we went back around to the front of the house and back into the room where Glenna Austin maintained her sightless sentinel. There was something different about the room from the first time B.C. and I first visited the woman, but I couldn't put my finger on it. |
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Madden had escaped into a world of detail, the kind he could handle. "How many men do you figure we need to go down there and start searchin' through those caves?" |
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"Only people you can trust," I admonished him. |
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Jake looked at me as though he didn't think it was really possible that the Emissary could actually be someone he knew. "I can trust all of them," he grunted, but there was a definite lack of conviction in his tired voice. |
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"You must be very careful who you reveal your plan to," Kelto warned ominously. "The Emissary could be anyone." |
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Madden looked past me at the young man, the look of uncertainty now more evident than before. "I've known most of these people for years. Hell, I'd lay down in front of their trucks. They're all trusted members of the community." |
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"Reverend Bell was a trusted member of the Battle Harbor community, too," Kelto countered quietly. |
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"Wait a minute," I sputtered. "Are you |
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