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Title: The Shadows Grow Long 12/18
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Monday, 11:42pm, certainly nowhere, VA
When Steph came to, he was flipping through her wallet; he must have gone through her coat. She lay motionless as she watched him, hoping he would think she was still out cold. And how in the hell had he had walked away from that crash?
She focused on the feel of her cell in the front pocket of her pants, underneath her as she lay on the ground. The only thing she could guess was that he must have stopped searching once he found her wallet...
oh, damn. Her wallet. Her pictures of her family� if he saw them it would change everything.
He was reading out loud from her driver's license: Stephanie Abbott, Silver Spring, MD. Eyes: blue; Hair: black.
When he found her cash he was apparently finished with the wallet; he threw it at her head and walked away. He must have figured she wasn't worth it, and she was okay with that. At this point all she wanted was distance between them.
And so did he.
Steph didn't know it, but Carl had been here before, to the Bull Run National Park Shooting Center. He would come here for supplies every now and again. And practice. Carl thought himself a damn fine shot... yeah, he really should have been holding one of the guns.
He was more than 100 yards away when he turned back to Steph, took out his beloved HDM .22 with a fully integrated sound suppressor, and used her for target practice.
email Teresa
mercier_beaucoup at yahoo.com
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