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on the car's dashboard, she looked pasty, frightened. |
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Abby shuddered as her entire body pulsed with fear. "Can you feel it?" she whispered. |
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Hannah seemed ready to cry. "Abby, about my powers . . ." |
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"Have faith in yourself," Abby said, opening the car door. |
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"Hey, wait. Take this." Hannah removed a flashlight from a compartment in the dashboard. "Push this button forward for light." She demonstrated. "And if necessary, it's hard enough to do someone's head some damage.'' |
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Abby sucked in her breath. "Thank you. Now please find help." With that, she ran from the car. |
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The glass door to the building was unlocked. Abby pushed it and walked in toward the front desk. She, too, had thought that a building security guard would be on duty at night. But no one was there now. |
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She looked about. A computer behind the desk was turned on, indicating someone had been there. Her heart thudded in the ominous silence. Something had happened to the guard. She, and she alone, had to help Mike. |
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She knew for certain now that many of the terrible things that had happened since her arrival in this time had not been accidents. She had seen someone attack Mike. That same person intended to kill him. Tonight. Now. |
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Philip Rousseau, of course. Was he here this night? Would he murder Mike? |
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