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pleated skirt, a white sweater, socks and white tennis shoes. He put them beside the garments he'd picked for Sandy.
He went to the living room. The father and the teenaged girl still slept.
Whatever grandpa had used to drug them, Trev hoped it kept on working. He didn't want to be here when they woke up.
He entered the kitchen. In a cupboard near the sink, he found the family's liquor supply. He took out a bottle of Irish whiskey, carried it to the table, and sat down across from the woman.
Auburn hair. Just like Maureen's.
He twisted the cap off the bottle. 'I'm sorry for your troubles, lady,' he said. And then he drank.
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'Uh-oh,' Tom said. He turned away from the picture window. 'A car's stopping out front.'
A sick feeling made Denise's stomach sink. She went ahead and pressed the bandage across the twin punctures on her right buttock, then pulled up her soggy pants. She winced as the elastic waistband was dragged over the torn skin of her hip.
Kara rushed toward the window. She had the fire-

 
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