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The car's dome light came on when Trev opened the door. Francine and Lisa were still in the backseat. Francine looked as if she'd recovered from her panic. But her eyes were wide and frightened. So were Lisa's. |
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Lisa had Patterson's revolver pointing at his face. |
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'Everything OK?' he asked. |
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Neither of his passengers answered. Lisa said, 'Are you OK?' |
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'I didn't get wet,' he muttered, then slid his shotgun across the seat, climbed in and shut the door. |
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'Did you find your friend?' Lisa asked. |
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'No. Thank God,' he muttered. 'It was a massacre in there. Her father's dead.' |
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Trev shook his head. He wanted to sit here and do nothing at all. What is there to do? |
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Maureen had been staying at Liam's house. He'd called there from O'Casey's, and the phone had gone unanswered. She was either out somewhere, or home but unable to pick up the phone. He'd pictured her dead, sprawled out, stripped and bloody, savaged like the woman he'd found on the table top. |
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'I'll tell you what we'll do,' Francine said. 'We'll drive the fuck out of here. That's what we should've done in the first place, drive till we get out of this fucking rain and madness.' |
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'I can't leave without Maureen.' |
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