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that in all the movies, and it's absolutely silly.' |
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Denise smiled. 'She's right.' |
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'I don't know if we should just sit here. We could patrol the house.' |
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'I think we're better off . . .' A noise of crashing glass stopped Denise's voice. Her heart kicked. |
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Tom leaped up, staring toward the opening of the hallway. 'A bedroom?' |
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'Oh, gosh,' Kara muttered. |
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'Let's get 'em!' A knife in one hand, his makeshift spear in the other, Tom ran for the hall. |
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Denise leaned forward with her spear and snatched another knife off the table. She got to her feet and waited for a moment while Kara gathered up her poker and knife. Then she went after Tom. The girl was quick. Denise didn't need to hold back. Kara stayed close behind her as she ran to the foyer, cut to the right and raced up the hall. |
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She caught up with Tom when he stopped in the doorway of the master bedroom. He elbowed a switch. Light filled the room. Peering past him, Denise saw no broken window. She stepped aside. Tom rushed past her, and she followed him to Kara's bedroom. |
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Again, he flicked on a light. This time, he didn't stop in the doorway. He dashed across the room. Running in after him, Denise checked the windows but her view of the one on the left was blocked by Tom's body. |
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