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Shoes on the closet floor. Trev crouched to make sure nobody was hiding among the hanging garments. |
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And saw a pair of feet, legs bare to the knees where they vanished behind curtains of clothes. His breath shot out and he lurched backward. His calves struck the bed. He dropped onto the mattress. |
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'You in there.' His voice was high and shaking. 'Come out. Right now.' |
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Maureen would've answered. |
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'OK, lady. Come out or I'll shoot.' |
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A chill squirmed up his spine. |
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'Are you Trevor, the guy that called?' Whoever she was, she sounded scared. |
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'You . . . you're one of them.' |
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'I pretended to be one of them when we talked. I'm a police officer. Come out of there, Now.' |
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'Did you get the stuff on you?' |
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'Yeah, but . . . I don't wantcha killing me.' |
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Deep in the shadows of the closet, Mary's clothes slid toward the front. Trev heard hangers skidding on the rail. A woman squeezed her way clear, stood up straight and faced him. |
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'Don't you shoot me, now.' |
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