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“Put your hands down,” Sam bellowed from his spot by the

“But the light—”

“Put them down!”

The les froreasy, shoulder-length gray hair with it Red suctioneyes A ten o'clock shadow darkened a faht of her in the doorway and broke into a crooked s her sense of self-preservation, she stepped closer to hiold flecks, but they were the same hazel color as Sam's

“What in the hell are you doing here, Uncle Harlan?” Sam stood arms akimbo, naked as the day he was born

Josie's blood started puain, but for a whole other reason than fear She jabbed her short nails into the palet distracted by Sahs or his…damn, she was a lost cause

“Does Mom know you're here?”

“No No one knows I'm at your house”

“Not at my house, here in Dry Creek”

Uncle Harlan cleared his throat “Um, no And I'd like to keep it that way Your mother doesn't like me very well”

“Doesn't like you? You're lucky she didn't fill your skinny behind with buckshot after you stole Rebecca's diary and then lost it in a poker ga dinner is because of her promise to Granny Marie If it was up to h in an ant hill”

“That sounds about right” He rearranged hiht, the soles of his feet together and interlaced his fingers around his bare feet All in all, he looked pretty Zen for a guy who'd just gotten caught in the middle of a B and E “Why don't we meditate on this latest development”

“Are you corabbed a sether “With burglary tools and, what, night-vision goggles?”

Sa tone had no ihter “A concession I had to e I can't lurk around in the dark as I used too,old is hell on the body, but the yoga helps You should start now, Sam It does wonders”

“But you had the lights on”