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"So did I" Silass and sets it neatly on a coaster on the coffee table He s his teeth "I’hteen
DAPHNE
"So let ht," the man in the blue uniform says "You think Miss Perkins was attacked by a pirate with heat radiating off his skin and green eyes with fire in thes to that description also? Maybe throw in sohs, and his partner pats him on the back like he’s oh so funny
"No, because then you would have a vael and not the person I’d described"
The two laugh harder, and I feel like I’els! You kids read too et the better of you"
"I’s," I say "And I’ht now Shouldn’t the real police be here?"
Luckily, Tobin had a cell phone, sinceI’d sat next to Pear while he cliround to call for help I’d assumed he’d called 911 until about ten uards cahts in hand The only ways off the island are the two footbridges that lead to the lake’s jogging trails, so the guards had to carry Pear out, rather than bring a car in Tobin and I had folloith uards cradled her body in his ars of topsoil I always had to help reenhouse
We were uards’ cars and an Olyroup of bystanders had gathered on the side of the road
Two of the guards loaded Pear into the medical van, while the other two pulled Tobin and et our statements about what happened Tobin told theuards asked e’d been in the grove in the first place, I confessed what happened in my encounter with the weird boy in the woods earlier today They’d been following uy’s description Now they are acting like I a the jovial tone "You must be new around here, or otherwise you’d know that the county sheriff’s depart that happens within the gates of Olyers looking for some extra attention …"
Tobin had put his ar darker and stormier as he listened He drops his aruard, along with his voice "Listen, ya rent-a-cop, ns your paychecks So how about you finish listening to my friend’s stateive a report on your performance? One of our classmates was just hurt, badly Show a little respect"
The two security guards exchange a look The one taking o on withoff him that is pretty much the auditory equivalent of an eye roll when I tell hiht touch had left one now--but he doesn’t laugh again When he finishes taking et the distinct feeling that everything he’s written down is going to end up in the trash
"I’uards leave us standing by the trail with my bike