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'Oh, I don't think so.' The light went out. |
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'OVER HERE!' Denise shouted. She threw the shower door wide, putting a double thickness between Tom and the girl, and braced it there with her knife hand. |
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She heard a quick whiss. A clink. The knife jerked and dropped from her hand. A blind, lucky swing of the poker must've struck its blade. Denise's fingers tingled, but the poker had missed her hand. |
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Gazing into the blackness straight ahead, she stepped backward. Some kind of hose brushed against her left arm. As her back met the cool tile wall behind the tub, she reached up. |
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A clank, and the shower doors shook. He must've whipped his poker across the opening and hit the metal frames. |
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Denise found the shower nozzle. One of those removeable things with a handle. She tugged it from its mount, pulled it in close to her face. |
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She heard Tom's harsh breathing. |
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It came from straight ahead. |
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She didn't hear the poker swing, but felt a quick fiery streak across her belly. |
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Suddenly, a harsh rolling rumble. The shower doors. Someone thrusting them shut in front of her? For an instant, Denise thought that Tom must've gone back to the other end of the tub to get Kara. Then he grunted. The rushing doors must've caught him. |
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Denise dropped to a squat, fumbled in the dark as |
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