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4 Colt pulled his truck up outside the address he had written down. This was the spot where he’d seen the little blue Volvo speed off the day before; the Volvo now sat in the driveway, unmoving. Ahh, he thought. Maybe the new veterinarian has a need for speed… and little in the way of peripheral vision. He turned off the engine, listening to it settle. The classic red 1968 Ford F-100 was his baby. Having a truck around to haul trailers and equipment was essential on a farm, but it also proved useful in other ways. Leaving the keys in the ignition, he got out of the truck. He checked out the house, which was one of the older rentals in town. It was one-story, with an oddly flat roof and a postage stamp-sized lawn. The house was maybe yellow once, but was now so sun-bleached that it was