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as Seacraft departed, he had to find a way to get out to the cemetery and find out what happened. Something had happened, he knew that much, but based on what Seacraft had told him, it happened to the wrong person. The so-called gift he had brought home from Newfoundland had apparently workedor had it? For that matter, he wasn't certain any of the jars he had obtained from the woman who called herself a witch had actually worked. He had no way of knowing, and it made him feel a little foolish. Now he found himself talking to a man named Seacraft and wondering just exactly how he would end up fitting in the picture. |
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"Well, is there anything I can do, Sergeant?" |
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Seacraft shoved himself away from the table and unfolded his long, angular frame into what must have passed for his version of erect. His arms were long enough that he idly trailed his bony fingers back and forth across the tablecloth as he looked at Charlie. "Guess I should be askin' you how long you intend to be around?" |
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"We were planning to drive back down to the city tonight," Charlie conceded. |
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The officer began to fish absent-mindedly through his pockets. Finally he located a small plastic packet of business cards. "I'd appreciate it if you'd stop by my office before you and |
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