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'I'm famished,' Steve said. Apparently, the wonderful odors were working on him, too. |
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'At least we don't have to worry about starving,' John told him. 'Good place to be in time of siege.' |
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'You going to stick around?' |
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'Carol wants to go home.' |
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'I want to get home, too. Hell, my kid's with a sitter. I don't know about going out there, though.' |
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'What do you think's happening?' |
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'You think it's the rain?' Steve asked. |
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'I've never heard of rain making people homicidal.' |
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'I've never heard of rain being black.' |
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They stopped and waited while two men came out of the freezer, looking pale and cold. |
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John followed him into the walk-in freezer unit. The air felt like cold water seeping through his shirt. He wished he'd kept his blazer on. Until he remembered where it was and thought about Cassy's warm bare skin against its lining. |
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Looking over his shoulder, Steve stepped alongside the body of Andrew Dobbs. |
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They set the woman on the floor beside him. |
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Steve scowled down at her black face. Then he met John's eyes. 'Do you think this is it?' |
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