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Maureen was beginning to give up hope of ever finding them. Maybe the guys hadn't stopped, at all. Maybe they'd just kept on riding and were miles away by now. |
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I'll get them, she told herself. I'll get them if it takes forever. |
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But maybe this searching was pointless. She wondered if she should return to Buddy's house. Wait for them there. Sooner or later, they would probably show up. |
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Three Harleys standing in the driveway of a corner house. But no Buddy. No Doug or Lou. |
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She knew they'd gone into the house. |
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Grinning, she swung her Jeep onto the driveway and stepped on the gas. |
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This'll bring 'em running! |
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Three hogs, all in a row. She hit the first bike, smashing it into the second before her front tires bumped over it and she rammed the second bike into the third. The third stayed up somehowmaybe locked to the front of her Jeepand it skidded along sideways with shrieking rubber until she crashed it through the garage door. |
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It came loose when she backed up. She bounced her way over the other bikes, metal groaning and crunching, glass bursting. Then she was on smooth pavement again. |
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Maureen grinned at the debris. |
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