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They swung into the driveway of a house at the end of the block, only four homes away from the Fox-worth place. Lou shut off his engine, kicked down the stand and climbed off. |
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'Why'd we stah here?' he asked, being careful not to move his lower lip, forming the words deeper inside his mouth than usual. He knew they sounded garbled, but he didn't care. 'I thought we were going to Lisa's.' |
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'We are going to Lisa's dickhead.' |
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Lou's heart quickened. 'Huh?' |
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Doug shook his head, smirking at him. 'You didn't believe that shit they handed us back there, did you?' |
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He hesitated. 'I guess not.' |
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They strode down to the sidewalk and started back. |
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'Those asswipes were probably lying about the guns, too,' Buddy said. 'But just in case, we're gonna go in careful. Find ourselves some windows.' |
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Lou nodded. He wasn't sure how going in carefully would solve the problem of being met by firearms. It wasn't likely, after all, that windows had been left unlocked. Glass would have to be broken. The noise would ruin any chance of taking them by surprise. |
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Lou didn't want to get shot. |
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But Lisa had to be killed, that was for sure. |
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And Denise was in the house. Denise Gunderson. |
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We're going back. Oh yeah, we're going back! |
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He'd missed his chance for Maureen, but Denise . . . whenever he saw her in school, he ached with strange feelings of desire and sadness. She was more than just beautiful. There was something fresh and innocent about her that made him hollow inside. |
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