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“No, you duht heroic”

“Yes, you h, I had some fantastic help Couldn’t have done it without you”

Reed and smiled at the compliment “You looked rather sexy, you know, all covered withthat rebar around Very cavemanish”

“Ugh-ugh”

Rehed

“Sorry about your sweater, by the way”

Her cashht’s adventure, having taken on the distinct and irreversible odor of wet goat

“It’s just a sweater It’s replaceable—which isn’t true of everything,” Remi said with an affectionate smile

“Don’t I know it,” Sam said

“I assuain?” Hadeon Bondaruk asked

Arkhipov clenched the phone tighter against his ear until his knuckles turned white “Yes Three ofthey have an hour’s head start on us”

“What are their names?” Bondaruk asked

As Arkhipov had predicted, finding the identities of Frobisher’s rescuers had been a relatively easy task

After the deputy and the tow-truck driver had left, Arkhipov had half jogged, half limped up the road to the nearest farmhouse, where he found an old Chevy truck parked behind the barn with the keys in it He drove back to Frobisher’s shop and parked the truck behind the garage, then went inside and turned the house upside down, finding what he needed in ten minutes Frobisher had only a few dozen names in his Rolodex, half of theht were couples A quick Google search gave him what he needed

From Frobisher’s house to the Princess Anne Greyhound station was a short five-minute drive The truck he parked on a side street and the license plates he stuffed into a nearby trash can under sorounds and a bucket of KFC chicken bones