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"Go see Margie," said Shadow. "It's been good seeing you, Chad. Take care of yourself."
"Sure," yawned Chad Mulligan.
A message crackled over the police radio, and Chad reached out for the handset. Shadow got out of the car.
Shadow walked over to his rental car. He could see the gray flatness of the lake at the center of the town. He thought of the dead children who waited at the bottom of the water.
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