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the left. A car. Just ahead. Speeding toward the intersection. |
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Maureen shoved at the steering wheel and braced herself for the impact. |
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Moments before spotting the headlights and motorcycles speeding in from a cross-street, Trev figured he was about a mile from the Chidi house. A few more minutes, and he would be there. With his carload of women. |
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Sandy had seemed relieved when she stepped out the kitchen door and found two other females in the backseat of his car. 'You got yourself quite a collection here,' she'd said. |
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'There's another in the trunk.' |
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'You ain't gonna put me back there, are you?' |
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'She's one of them,' Trev said, and opened the passenger door. |
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Sandy said, 'Howdy, ladies,' as she climbed in. |
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Trev hurried around to the driver's side and slid in behind the wheel. As he backed his car out of the driveway, Sandy turned around in her seat. Her knee pushed against the side of Trev's thigh. |
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'I'm Sandy Hodges,' she said. |
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