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'And don't touch the intruder. That black liquid on him . . . it may be dangerous. It may be contagious.' |
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'What, you think I'd touch him? No, I don't think so. No, I don't think so. What do you mean, contagious? He was sick?' |
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'I just don't know. I think the rain might be making people crazy. Look, I've got to go now.' He disconnected. |
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He realized he'd told the woman that he would send a patrol car and she shouldn't let anyone in. Good move, he thought. |
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But no response had come from the radio. |
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He activated the mike again. 'Anybody out there? Hanson? Yarbrough? Gonzales? Paxton?' |
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The crackle and hiss of white noise came from the receiver. Nothing more. |
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'Where are you guys? This is Hudson. Talk to me, damn it!' |
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He took another call, this one from a man. |
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'You better hustle some troops over here, pal. Man, I never seen nothing to beat it. Place is going wild.' |
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'Where are you calling from?' |
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'My shop on Third. Jiffy Locksmith? I go to leave and, man, there's a fucking riot going on in the street. Must be a dozen of 'em, yelling and running around getting soaked, bashing in windows. Shit! They're killing folks, man. Honest to God. I seen 'em run in the fucking doughnut shop across the street, and they just started tearing into the folks in there. Killed every last |
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