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Her hair was black, all right, but her skin was a deep, rich brown.
Sandy went to the sofa and bent over the girl. In the bright lamplight, she didn't look nearly as good as before. Her wet skin gleamed, but it was streaky and Trev liked the soft brown of the girl's skin better than the dirty black of Sandy's.
'This gal's breathing,' Sandy said.
Trev moved closer. Sandy, keeping an eye on him, stepped over to the man.
He watched the girl's chest rise slowly and sink. He could see her white bra through the blouse, pale against her dark skin. He glanced over at Sandy. She was bending over the man.
'They musta been drugged or something,' she said.
He ripped the girl's blouse open and heard the sudden click-clack of a cooking gun.
'Just leave her be.' Sandy had the revolver pointed at his face.
'Hey, come on,' he said. 'Let me have her. You take him.'
'That's just the rain talking.'
'So what? You're wet, too. What's the matter with you?''
'I got it reined in, buster.' A half smile tipped a corner of her mouth. 'You'd best rein it in, same as me. We gotta find gramps and put a stop to all this. Now I can do it by myself, or you can help me.' She straightened her arm, closed her left eye, and seemed to be sighting in on him down the entire length of her arm.
'I'm on your side,' Trev said.

 
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