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With the typical E.G. Wages propensity for overestimating what could be accomplished within a certain time frame, I glanced at my watch and decided we could have everything done by lunchtime. After we walked back to the motel, I put Brenda in the tired old Z with the warning to keep her eyes open. As she pulled out onto the main road, I wondered which one was the real Brenda Cashmanstreet-smart or innocent; whichever it was, it was submerged for the moment under a heavy blanket of good old-fashioned anxiety. I had to hope she would keep her wits about her. |
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I went back to my room and called my office at the college. No one answered so I left a message on the recorder. The instructions were simple enoughprofile the locations of the four previous attacks, looking for anything that might remotely tie the events together. Lucy was a bright gal and would know exactly what to do with one of my typical open-ended assignments. With that little chore completed, I set out in search of the sullen young man who called himself Kelto. |
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The Chamber Bay Motel was a 12-unit, white clapboard affair with ten units on one side of the office and two on the other. There was a time, I suppose, 30 or maybe 40 years ago, when the pace of our pell-mell society was a little slower and life was a little less complicated, that it held a certain |
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