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flopped backward and slammed against the side of a parked car. |
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He whirled toward the woman. |
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She was on her rump, legs stretched out, back against the doorframe of O'Casey's. Her arms were folded across her belly and she was gasping for air. She gleamed black in the light from the restaurant. Her eyes were squeezed shut. Her pained grimace showed the white of her teeth. |
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Trev pumped the shotgun and aimed at her face. |
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A kid. She looked no older than fifteen or sixteen. |
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Her bangs were pasted to her forehead. She wore a jumper over a blouse with a frilly collar. Her sodden, pleated skirt clung to her thighs. She wore knee socks and loafers. |
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Kid or not, Trev thought, she's a killer now. If I don't shoot her, she'll go on her merry way and maybe nail someone. |
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Tie her up, leave her in O'Casey's? |
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He didn't want to waste the time. Besides, she might get loose and end up hunting for victims again. Or other crazies might find her and kill her. |
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They'd either kill her or set her free. |
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'Come on,' he said. Crouching, he grabbed the girl's wrist and dragged her to her feet. She tried to pull away. He tugged and she stumbled forward. With a growl, she drove her head into his stomach. Trev brought his knee up. She folded and dropped. 'Now stop it! I want to help you.' |
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He reached down. He clutched the black rope of |
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