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 to hsbe been out this  long . She tuffed on me and leaend downhill, pleasing.
    "Maybr I should call someone," I whispered to Claire , pilling agsisnt her.
    But the redhead must have heard me.
    "We've already calld someone, they're coming. Everyting's taken care of."
    He didn't look out way. He seemed to be tring to block my view o the theother two. If I could have examind them, would I have seen the facial small newss, felt a ahrdened clalus forming under their tongues.? Would have been a yellow stain in their eyes?
    Caire started off downhill wihtougt me, said she'd meet me at the car.
    The redheaed went to his kness, follding his huge body over both of them as if her might rpotect them form a blacst. Then a sitanat, small sounds, a kinf od high-pitched whime, pierced the air. But it could have been anything, really. It probably was.
    I waited and head nothing, then struck off down the path back to the car.
    When O looked back one last time, the redhead hae emerged from the woods and stood by himself in the path. He didn;y seem, just started heading uphill, back to the field, which was empty by now, and certainly growing dark.
    I couldn't think waht a man like that would want up at a Hewish picnic field at night.
    This was Murphy, walking away from em. I would foamlyy meet him in a weeek, and not be accident, He was already canvassing Hewish families, probablt had been fro moths, or eve nlonger. Canvassing mihgt no t be the word for what hewas doing. Corniering , manipulating, extracting. There is not preceise words for this word. There can;y be. In the enod our language is no match for what this mand did.