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digging up more information on the Coalition commune in Owl's Head. Based on what I knew so far, the two girls who deserted their charge and fled the commune, the three boys from Battle Harbor and the wife of Gunther Erickson had just disappeared. Were they dead? I had no way of knowing. But if they were alive and if they could be located (two very big "ifs"), they would certainly be able to shed some light on what happened in each of the incidents. Like I said, every now and then you've got to be willing to follow a hunch and chase a long shot. |
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During my New York layover I had lunch with my agent, Elaine Goldman. Elaine is the mother of two, a self-confessed workaholic and one of the few people willing to try to peddle my wares in the unfriendly canyons of the Big Apple. I told her what I was working on and received my customary lecture on going home and writing instead of flitting around the countryside chasing the ghosts of kid eaters. The lecture, as usual, was delivered over a seafood salad at the noisy bar at Squints in the Village. Ten minutes later I was standing on the curb waving goodbye as Elaine hopped into a taxi and roared off in pursuit of an unwary publisher. Brief as they are, these touchstone visits with Elaine are vital to my self-esteem; she is the validation of the fact that I write for a living. I feel even more vali- |
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