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virtual army that poured through the streets of Bixby soon after the rain had stopped. He'd come to the Foxworth house a few hours after dawn. |
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His name was Jack Conroy. He'd already taken Cassy back to her apartment, and gone inside to make sure there were no lurking crazies. Then he'd driven Tom and Denise to Tom's home. He'd stayed with them, but hadn't needed to go inside because they were met on the porch by Tom's family. |
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Now, he drew his revolver. With his left hand, he threw the door open. He rushed into the house, crouching. 'Freeze!' he shouted. |
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Maureen went in behind him. |
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On the living room sofa, hands in the air, sat Trevor Hudson. When he saw Maureen, he clamped his lower lip between his teeth and looked as if he might be about to cry. |
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'It's all right, Jack,' she said. |
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'I guess he looks clean.' |
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'I'm clean,' Trevor said, his voice trembling. |
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'Do you know this man?' Jack asked. |
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'Yeah. He's a friend. An old friend of the family.' |
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Maureen nodded. 'Thanks for the ride.' |
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'Glad to help. Take care.' |
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Trevor got to his feet. 'I hope you don't mind me coming in like this.' |
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'It's nice to see you, too. God. It was a bad night.' |
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