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before I asked, "Well, what do you think?" |
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Brenda batted her green-blue eyes, snapped up the menu, and began to scour it. "I think I'm hungry," she said, smiling. |
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Back at the motel, we found ourselves a couple of old metal lawn chairs, propped them up so that we had a view of the motel parking lot and, for the most part, escaped into a world of our own private thoughts. Whatever she was thinking caused her to frown. I, on the other hand, was replaying the conversation with the Chambers Bay Constable. So the RCMP thought it was some kind of animal; that seemed logical in view of the fact that only animals had fallen victim to whatever it was so far. The hand-paw prints were throwing them off as well. At this point, I was reasonably certain no one had tied it in to the four previous incidentsif in fact there was a tie-in. I had to keep reminding myself that the whole thing could be a wild goose chase. |
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Whatever thoughts or fantasies Brenda was entertaining, it was weighing heavily on her mind. She had reassumed her fragile moon child personna, and the delicate smile that normally went with that had deteriorated into a semi-pout. She stirred a couple of times and finally broke the silence. |
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"What the hell is this all about, E.G.?" |
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