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Andy dropped her hands from her face.

She felt her mouth gape open.

The truck.

Not Mike’s grasshopper truck or the dead man’s truck, but the beat-up old Chevy she had seen parked in the Hazeltons’ driveway early this morning.

This morning—

After Andy had killed a man. After she had run down the beach looking for the dead man’s Ford because Laura had told her to.

There had been two trucks parked in the Hazeltons’ driveway, not one.

The windows had been rolled down. Andy had looked inside the cab. She had considered stealing the old Chevy instead of taking the Ford. It would’ve been easy, because the key was in the ignition. She had seen it clearly in the pre-dawn light.

It was attached to a rabbit’s foot keychain, just like the one that Mike Knepper had taken out of his pocket and looped around his fingers.


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