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head, then set the emergency brake and looked over his shoulder. |
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His back door was out of the rain and lined up with the station's door. He reached over the back of the passenger seat to unlock it. Then he beeped the horn. |
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Light spilled out of the station as the front door swung open. Francine and Lisa came out, each carrying a shotgun. They had plastic bags draped over their heads and shoulders in case water should run off the car while they entered, and their arms were covered to the elbows. |
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Francine, in the lead, opened the back door of Trev's car. She climbed in. Lisa ducked in after her and shut the door. Trev watched them push the covers off their heads. |
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'Everybody OK?' he asked. |
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'It's insane, going out in this,' Francine said. |
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'Better than staying in there with a couple of stiffs,' Lisa told her. |
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'I'm not so sure anymore.' |
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Trev decided they were acting normal. Turning away from them, he shifted to reverse. He slowly backed his car out from under the shelter. When its front was clear, he started forward and headed for the parking lot. |
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'So where is it we're trying to go?' Francine asked. |
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'God, it's so dark out here,' Lisa said. 'Will you be able to find the place?' |
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