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of that threadbare braided oval rug is sitting directly on top of the trap door that leads down to the caves." |
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"You've been watching too many late shows," B.C. said, sneering. |
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"Never mind; help me move her." |
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Between the two of us, we managed, with an admirable degree of dignity, to scoot Glenna and her chair over a few feet and clear the rug. I jerked back the rug, and B.C. let out with an annoying little giggle. |
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"I have to admit," she said nervously, "I wish it had been there." |
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"Damn, it's got to be here," I protested. "It can't be that complicated. It's a simple house." |
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The uneasy smile faded from B.C.'s face. "Madden may be right. Maybe the only way into those caves is back there in the side walls of that inlet." |
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I sighed, picked up my flashlight, went out the front door and around to the rear of the old house. Madden and Gregory had completed most of the rigging. The requisitioned gear had been brought around to the back, and Kelto had carefully repacked the more critical items into two bulky backpacks. |
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Madden's plan had been further refined. He would go down first and find the cave that led back into the side of the hill, then Officer Gregory would follow. Kelto and |
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