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'You can't leave us!' Lisa blurted. |
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'You can't get out,' Trev said. He shut off the wipers and headlights, and stuffed the keys into a front pocket of his jeans. 'I'll be back pretty soon. Just keep your eyes open. Give me one of those shotguns.' |
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Lisa passed an Ithaca over the seat back. |
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'Keep the other one handy. And your mom's got Patterson's revolver. Get it out of her purse and have it ready.' |
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'Please!' Lisa cried out. |
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'I'll hurry. Just take it easy.' He flung open the door. Clutching the forestock of the shotgun, he climbed out into the rain. He punched down the lock button and slammed the door. |
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He took a couple of steps toward the front of the car. Holding the shotgun by its barrel, he leaned over the hood and pressed butt plate against the dead man's shoulder. He shoved hard, thrusting the body away. The axe handle came out. The guy tumbled backward and dropped out of sight. |
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Trev saw no point in wasting precious time to wrench the axe out of the hood. |
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He walked quickly past the rear of the car, stepped out of the alley and headed up the sidewalk to his left. A nightlight illuminated the interior of the shop beside him. The place looked deserted. The sign near the top of its display window identified it as Ace Camera, and Trev's heart quickened. |
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