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Trev got to his feet. He kept the shotgun trained on her chest. |
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Trev let her stride through the doorway, then said, 'Hold it right there.' |
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'Yes sir.' She halted and stared at him. She looked terrified. |
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She was a big woman, just as her footprints had indicated. Probably over six feet tall, with broad shoulders. Her brown hair was matted down. She looked to be in her mid-thirties. A pretty face, with hints of creases where they'd be if she grinned and laughed a lot. |
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She wore a faded green bathrobe. Probably Liam's. It was tight across her shoulders. The sleeves ended well above her wrists. Her chest wouldn't let the front close completely, but the edges of the robe met at her waist where the cloth belt was tied. The robe reached almost to her knees. |
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Trev saw no black on her skin. |
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'You came in from the rain,' he said. |
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'Yeah, I did. And I know what you're thinking. But I ain't one of them. Not any more.' |
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She didn't seem like one of them. But Trev kept his guard up and kept the muzzle pointed at her chest. Her skin looked pale and sleek between the lapels of the robe. |
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'I'm OK,' she said. 'Honest.' |
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'You didn't sound OK when we talked on the phone.' |
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'Well, I weren't OK then. I still had the black on |
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