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report, his shoulders sagged and his craggy face settled into a concerned scowl. |
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"Why the hell couldn't he have waited one more hour?" Jake fumed. "One damn hour couldn't have made that much difference. He knew we were tryin' to get back before the deadline." |
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Young Gregory defended his superior. "He wanted to make sure they covered everything before they lost what little light they had left, sir." |
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Jake sighed, headed for the coffee and motioned for me to follow him over to the area maps Kendall had tacked to the wall behind the riser. He picked up a grease pencil and scrawled a big X over the location of the marina. "They started from this point and they're workin' in this direction." His ungainly fist made a sweeping gesture across the expanse of map. "Now, if they space themselves back thirty yards from the shoreline, they'll cover this area." He encapsulated the area with another big black greasy circle and then drew another at the approximate location of the Austin widow's home. "Hell, they won't come within a mile of apple trees from that inlet you showed me.'' |
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I nodded, turned and motioned to Kelto. |
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He joined us, and I started interrogating him about the inlet. "Starting at the ridge on the eastern boundary of the Carson property, show me where you start running |
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