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sometimes neglecting to warn her of a danger, other times, like now, warning her when she had no ability to change events. |
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Could nothing in this age of miracles save them? |
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And then she rememberedthe Bronco. |
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"You know, Lowell," she began, "it won't be long until the police arrive." |
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She felt Mike shoot her a warning look. He wanted her to keep quiet. But concentrating, she looked hard at him, willing him to hear her thoughts. Calmly she turned back to Lowell. |
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"Hannah drove me here. I knew there was something wrong, so I sent her to call the police. I think I already hear their sirens. Don't you?" |
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Mike must have understood. His hand crept toward his pocket. He reached his key holder, for suddenly an awful noise erupted from the Bronco. |
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Immediately Abby threw herself toward Mike, who grabbed her, shielding her unwilling body with his. Both tried to dash behind the car. |
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Up and down went the earsplitting tones from the Bronco's alarm, magnified in the enclosed garage. As she ran, Abby risked a look back. Lowell glared at them, raising the gun, pointing it, just as other sirens sounded in the distance. |
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"Damn you!" Lowell shouted. And then he fired. |
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