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'Why don't you get it and pick out a good sharp knife for me? I'll be right back.' |
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Denise strode quickly through the dining room, into the living room. |
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She halted when she saw the foyer. |
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'Oh my God,' she muttered. |
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He'd left his shoes behind. Along with Denise's belt, coiled and abandoned on the tile floor beyond the cushions and popcorn bowl and soda glasses. The two jumpropes were missing. So was the fireplace poker. |
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Breathless, she took a few steps backward, then whirled around and raced into the kitchen. 'He got loose.' |
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Kara's eyes spread wide and she sucked in a quick breath. In one of her hands was a claw hammer. |
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Denise rushed up to her and took it. She slipped a butcher knife from the wooden block on the counter. |
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'What'll we do?' the girl whispered. |
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'I don't think I want to go around hunting for him.' |
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'Me neither,' Denise said. She hurried to the kitchen entrance and looked out. 'Let's just stay right here. At least he won't be able to take us by surprise.' |
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