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At Sears he got the lathe, loaded it into the station wagon, then searched the store.
There were five of them in the basement, hiding in various shadowed places. One of them Neville found inside a display freezer. When he saw the man lying there in this enamel coffin, he had to laugh; it seemed such a funny place to hide.
Later, he thought of what a humorless world it was when he could find amusement in such a thing.
About two o'clock he parked and ate his lunch. Everything seemed to taste of garlic.
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Mulligan said, "It's a bad day for a cop when he has to commit arson, just to cover up a murder." Then he looked up at Shadow. "You need boots," he said.
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He shook his head. "They gave me something to do with my hands." He bent down to pull on his shoes.
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She led their way to the rear of the meadow. Her mount waited in the trees.
"It can't carry both of us," she told him. "I'll make my own way home."
Shadow nodded. He seemed to be trying to remember something. Then he opened his mouth, and he screeched a cry of welcome and of joy.
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"Will I see you back there?"
She shook her head. "I'm done, honey," she told him. "You go do what you need to do. I'm tired. Good luck."
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