Chapter 66

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Conners burst from the front door and ran to the patrol car, plopping down sideways in the driver’s seat, calling in what they had learned from Sheila, which was bad. Very, very bad. It was still snowing; there was now about a foot of the stuff on the ground. Nor did the storm show any signs of relenting. Meanwhile, through a gap in the clouds, the moon shone bright and silvery ... even as the wind rose and fell and swirled about his boots, which were resting outside the car, and a shadow passed over him stealthily. A moment later a low-pitched growl came from the trees beyond the patio, catching the wind and reaching Conners’ ears instantly. He looked up, c*****g his head, and listened intently—but could hear nothing over the howling of the storm. Large, intricate snowflakes blew into th

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