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Maureen slowed her Jeep as she drove through an intersection. She glanced both ways. Cars were parked in driveways and along the curbs, but the street looked deserted. |
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'Where are they?' she muttered. |
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The last she'd seen of the three motorcycles was just after the collision when they'd been turning right onto a sidestreet. By the time she'd reached the corner, however, they'd been gone. |
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She'd headed down that road, looking for them. Maybe the bastards had reached their destination, and she would spot their bikes in front of a house. |
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She'd scanned the curbs, the driveways, the front lawns of the houses along the street. She'd checked both ways at the corners, peering down the cross-streets in search of their lights. |
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But this was the fifth or sixth intersection she'd passed without finding any sign of them. |
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They'd had a big headstart. Still, if they'd gone this far, she should've seen them when she first turned onto the road. So they must've taken one of the earlier sidestreets. |
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Maureen swung across the road, pulled into a driveway, reversed her way out, and started back in the direction from which she'd come. |
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I'll find them if I have to drive down every street in the whole damn town, she thought. Find them and waste their sorry asses. |
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