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“Come on,” Evil said.  He tapped me gently on the shoulder to get my attention.  “This is bigger than us, whatever it is.  Let’s get to the cabin and call your Dad.” I followed him.  We ran hunched over, which … Continue reading →

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“Wait,” I said, just as I thought Zack’s body—and the dead deer—should have been about to come into view.  I was whispering.  “What about Marilyn Wilding?” Evil chewed his lip.  He whispered back.  “What about her?” “She sent Zack after … Continue reading →

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“Still no place to hide,” Evil pointed out. “If he’s staring down at your smartphone, we might not have to hide very well.” Evil nodded, catching on.  “In that case,” he said, pulling something out of his back pocket, “what … Continue reading →

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“Am I supposed to give you fifty thousand dollars?”  Her expression changed as she spoke.  Now she looked at me like I was a cockroach, or a coiled snake.  I hoped she didn’t have a taser in her kimono pocket. … Continue reading →

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I was a little surprised to find the door unlocked, though I suppose if you wanted the church to be a welcoming safe haven, being open most of the time probably made sense.  And it wasn’t like St. Matthew’s had … Continue reading →

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My truck was the only car in the parking lot.  The starlight downplayed the fact that the truck was seven different colors.  I actually don’t know which was the original—Javier at the Jalopy Graveyard, Howard’s own pick-a-part auto shop, pieced … Continue reading →

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Objectively, Gladys was right; Evil Patten was a good-looking young man.  He wasn’t tall, exactly, but he had a lot of masculine charm in his broad shoulders and narrow hips.  He walked confidently.  His nose was crooked, but his teeth … Continue reading →

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