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ОглавлениеQuickly locking the door, Michaele dialed the phone with trembling fingers.
On the fourth ring, he answered. “Yeah?”
“Jared, thank God.” His strong though irritated voice had her instantly forgiving what had transpired between them earlier. “I know I should have called the station, but I—”
“Michaele? What’s wrong?”
“I think Faith is missing.”
He was silent for several seconds. “Come again?”
“She never got home, and I just got this awful call—”
“Stay put,” he snapped. “I mean it. Don’t go outside. Do nothing until I get there.”
“But I haven’t told you—”
He hung up.
As soon as she replaced the phone receiver and looked out the parted kitchen-door curtains, out beyond the moths circling dizzily in the porch light to the indecipherable darkness beyond, the skin along her arms and at the back of her neck began tingling and her heart beat wildly.
Someone could be standing just beyond, maybe hiding as close as beyond the wrecker, watching her….
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