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one of 'em, far as I could see. So, you gonna send in the army, or what?'
'I'm afraid we don't have anyone to send right now.'
'Figures. Well, don't say I didn't give you the poop.'
'Just stay in your shop and try to keep out of sight. We'll try to send help, but . . .'
The man hung up.
Trev felt numb. O'Casey's was on Third Street, just two blocks south of the Tastee Donut shop.
If I hadn't procrastinated, damn it, I'd be there right now.
Oh God, Maureen, what've I done to you!
He pulled out his wallet. His hand trembled as he removed the pizza coupon.
The dollar-off coupon gave the phone number.
All the lines were busy again, so he disconnected one and punched in O'Casey's number. He listened to the ringing.
''Come on, come on,' he muttered.
It rang fifteen times before he gave up.
He flung the headset down. Francine, on the other side of the counter, whirled around.
'I've gotta go out,' he said.
'In the rain? You can't do that.'
'Watch me.'

 
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