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'Careful,' she gasped. Lurching sideways, she caught sight of the window. A hole near the bottom. As big as a head. Splintered edges. |
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She saw only darkness through the break. |
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Tom stopped a yard from the window to avoid stepping on glass with his stocking feet. He crouched toward it and gazed out. |
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Denise scanned the pale blue carpet. It was littered with shards and bits of glass. She saw nothing that might've been hurled through the window. |
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'The screen's still on,' Tom said. |
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'Maybe it was a trick,' Kara said. |
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'What do you mean?' Denise asked. |
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The girl frowned. 'You know. A division?' |
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Tom whirled around. 'A diversion!' |
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Denise felt her stomach drop. 'Oh my God,' she muttered. |
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John dropped the dead boy to the floor beside the freezer door. Lying down, he pulled the body on top of him. He grimaced as its cheek pressed the side of his face. |
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