"Okay, well, then we'll pull back and call the good guys and wait for them to come." "You'll recognize him, right?" I asked Cathie. "What if there's no woman here, just the bad guy?" Laura asked. And if the woman's here, we'll save her." "Now remember," I whispered as we peeked into the front window. "I've been meaning to ask," she whispered as we snuck up on the split-level and Cathie ran through (literally through) snowbanks ahead imploring us to hurry, hurry, hurry! "I thank God every night that I didn't hurt you, but, uh, why didn't my sword hurt you? It should have killed you." "It only disrupts magic it doesn't do squat on regular people. "We'd better not need it," she said as we parked a few blocks away and got out of the car. And keep that thing put away unless we need it." "Or her fiance is on the other line and doesn't answer the call," Laura prompted helpfully. Or if she does remember she has a cell phone, it's always dead. The heroine never tells anyone where she's going-it's maddening. "Can you please get off your ass and help me, or do you have more calls to make?" Except I'm going to have my ringer turned off so we can sneak up on this guy if we have to, so don't flip out if I don't answer. Listen, don't freak out, but Laura and Cathie-never mind, long story-anyway, we think we've found where the Driveway Killer lives, so we're going to check it out.
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