She wondered if they were dealing with a local or a drifter, someonealready familiar with the community or someone who had hung around justlong enough to get down the town routines. Couldn't remember ouranniversary, but he knew to the minute how long it had been since hisprecious vette had its lube job. All appointments with the otherchiefs and sheriffs of her territory had been put on hold, but crime inthose other counties and towns didn't stop just because Deer Lake hadbeen hit with a big one. The guy in the next cellwas watching, too.
Even lookingin the other direction, toward the town, Megan felt a sense ofisolation. You're a wimp. Good advice, he'd found, regardless ofthe source. Besides, Lexvolds, they'nervegot all them overgrown spruce trees along the front of their place.
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