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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.
Could nothing in this age of miracles save them?
And then she rememberedthe Bronco.
"You know, Lowell," she began, "it won't be long until the police arrive."
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.
"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?"
Mike must have understood. His hand crept toward his pocket. He reached his key holder, for suddenly an awful noise erupted from the Bronco.
Immediately Abby threw herself toward Mike, who grabbed her, shielding her unwilling body with his. Both tried to dash behind the car.
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.
"Damn you!" Lowell shouted. And then he fired.

 
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