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'Yeah.' Denise sat up. 'Thanks. You . . .' She saw the spear come flying out of the spray too late to warn Kara. |
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The girl yelped with surprise when it hit her. |
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The knife ripped through the nightgown glued to her body, ripped through her skin, glanced off, and struck Lou's back with a heavy thunk. Kara grabbed her slashed thigh. She turned to look over her shoulder. |
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Buddy rushed in through the moonlit, silvery shower. |
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'No!' Denise cried out. She jerked the baton from Lou's limp hands. As Buddy grabbed Kara from behind and hoisted her overhead, Denise scurried over Lou. |
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He clutched the front of her jacket. 'Gotcha.' |
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Her knee rammed the bleeding hole in his belly. |
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Someone said, 'Put the girl down easy, you bastard.' |
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Buddy turned around, holding the little girl high over his head as if she were a barbell. |
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'Put her down,' Maureen said. |
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'Where the fuck did you come from?' |
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Maureen stood shivering in the cold spray. The lust |
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