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kitchen from the door beside the carport, but someone might've entered after he'd headed for the front. |
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Leave it for last, he decided. |
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Beyond the kitchen door was the opening of the short hallway that led to the two guest bedrooms and the bathroom. The master bedroom was on the far side of the table, just to the right. Its door stood open. It was dark inside. |
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Trev rose from his crouch. He sidestepped silently to the right. As he rounded the end of the table, he could see down the hallway. |
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Dark. Except for a strip of light beneath the bathroom door. |
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His breath hitched. His heart kicked. |
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Easy, he told himself. The light doesn't mean she's in there. Go charging, she might just pop out of a room and plant an axe in your head. |
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He crept to the doorway of the master bedroom. He scanned the darkness. Nothing moved. All he heard was his thudding heartbeat. Bracing the shotgun with his left hand, he eased into the room and elbowed the light switch. Lamps came on at both sides of the bed. He studied the beige carpet and found no water stains. To the right of where he stood, the closet door was shut. |
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She might be in there. Or hiding at the far side of the dresser or bed. |
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Probably in the bathroom, he thought. But this was no time to take anything for granted. |
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Trev strode quickly forward, stepped up onto the bed, and walked across it. The mattress was springy |
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