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some strange reason, went out to Cold Springs Cemetery last night. And even though we can't explain it now, it appears Mrs. Frazier drove right on up the hill. Instead of hitting the brakes she must have hit the accelerator. From the tracks, it appears she was going at a high rate of speed and drove right on out over the edge. It's an eighty foot drop, straight down. I don't guess I have to tell you what happened." |
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As was his habit, Mason Seacraft gave his account of the accident without looking at the faces of his audience. It was a game he played. When he was finished, he would look up, already knowing what he would find. The recipients of such news always looked the same. They would be too stunned to speak, their faces etched with an expression of disbelief and their eyes glazed. Somewhere he had read that it was called the mask of incredulity. It was no different this time. They looked exactly like he expected them to look. |
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"You said Mrs. Frazier was driving?" Charlie repeated. "What about my brother?" |
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Seacraft's weary face furrowed into a puzzled frown, and he shrugged. "That's what we don't know," he admitted. "We haven't found him yet. All we know for sure is that he was with her when they left the complex last night. The security guard at the main gate confirmed that. That's how we knew you were |
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