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He whirled around to make sure once again that no one had entered the kitchen. |
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'Come out of there,' he said. 'It won't work. Hurry.' |
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Lynn pushed herself up on her elbows. 'What's the matter?' |
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'Don't ask questions,' Cassy said, saving John the trouble. |
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Both women got to their feet. Hunched over, they rushed to the front. Lynn's teeth were gritted and she was rubbing her arms. Cassy hugged her chest for warmth. Then they were out and John threw the door shut. |
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'What'll we do now?' Lynn gasped. |
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They followed John as he hurried to the old man who'd tried to bash him with a golf club. The guy was still bound with belts and sitting near the tub with his back against a counter. He wore a sport jacket over his knit shirt. Some of the jacket's plaid still showed, but it was mostly stained black by the rain. |
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John kicked him in the head. The man fell onto his side, dazed but conscious. John slashed the belt that bound his arms behind him. He tore off the jacket and struggled into it. |
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'Get your knives,' he said. |
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Lynn and Cassy searched around and found the knives where they'd dropped them before getting into the wet garments. |
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