Ahead of them was a snowy, forested valley; on its far side were eroded hills and brush-tangled brakes where not a single light shone. The reason for the rifle-fire they'd heard earlier was clear now: the Hummer had been shot up pretty good. 'Point one. ' He pointed through the windshield at the tracks of the few cars that had been out this afternoon ahead of them on Route 32.
'You killed Richie, you coward! You and your friends. I just had the weirdest, I was dozing, fell asleep reading, and I had this, thisweird—” He trailed off. I went in the woods just before you found me. This minute.
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