Five minutes, he said. Something about the defensive set of his shoulders, the taut line of hismouth, made her feel as if Paige Price had hit below the belt. She blinked away more tears as she looked down at him. OlieSwain didn't make the call.
At Dealin' Swede's Helen pointedout a gray Dodge utility van and said sort of but not quite. Priest hadn't made it back from St. A master of articulation, as usual. The words were on her lips.
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