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"
Walter
,
where
are
you
?
"
Her
voice
was
so
kind
and
sweet
and
fine
.
He
held
the
phone
tight
to
his
ear
so
she
could
whisper
sweetly
into
it
.
He
felt
his
feet
drift
off
the
floor
.
His
cheeks
burned
.
"
I
’
m
in
Marlin
Village
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
—
"
Buzz
.
"
Hello
?
"
he
said
.
Buzz
.
He
jiggled
the
hook
.
Nothing
.
Somewhere
a
wind
had
blown
down
a
pole
.
As
quickly
as
she
had
come
,
Genevieve
Selsor
was
gone
.
He
dialed
,
but
the
line
was
dead
.
"
I
know
where
she
is
,
anyway
.
"
He
ran
out
of
the
house
.
The
sun
was
rising
as
he
backed
a
bettle
-
car
from
the
stranger
’
s
garage
,
filled
its
backseat
with
food
from
the
house
,
and
set
out
at
eighty
miles
an
hour
down
the
highway
,
heading
for
New
Texas
City
.
A
thousand
miles
,
he
thought
.
Genevieve
Selsor
,
sit
tight
,
you
’
ll
hear
from
me
!
