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any evidence to support the fact that they could accomplish such a feat unless, of course, the waterway was frozen. The other point dovetailed even better into my theory and was even closer to my profile of the first foursomewhere in the vicinity of Chambers Bay, a relatively remote section of Ontario on Lake Superior. |
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For the next several days, I relegated myself to a steady diet of satellite news transmissions from television stations emanating from the Detroit-Toronto-Thunder Bay triangle. Under most circumstances, this would have been an awesome assignment, but it's not too bad when you can hire two destitute and money-grubbing graduate students to assist in the project. When they weren't watching television and taking notes, I had them monitoring the wire services. My premise was simpleif a bunch of "things" started eating people, the press services would hop on the story like a free lunch. |
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On day five, I struck pay dirt. Lucy, one of my graduate groupies, was pounding on the door of my condo at a little past seven in the morning. I didn't even have an opportunity to offer her coffee before she blurted out her news. She had located the Reverend Myron Bell, former Associate Pastor of the Battle Harbor Sanctuary Church. He was, she reported, institutionalized more or less in a church-sponsored |
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