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Rodgers drove through the blinding snow, windshield wipers at full speed.
“I am thoroughly freaked out,” he said. “And look at me. I'm a cop. That's saying a lot.”
“That makes two of us,” I said, trying to see through the snow. “I don't know how you can see in this snow.”
Rodgers leaned forward, squinting.
“I'm not stopping,” he said. “I'm getting as far away from that damn place as I can. I’m convinced we just saw a poltergeist.”
His phone rang.
“Look, sheriff, I'm gonna need counseling after what I just saw,” he said. “I don't care if you object to what I'm about to tell you. You need every unit at Kemiston Central. I want every piece of steel and ammo this police department has in that b***h, do you hear me?”
I rolled my eyes.
Rodgers was bringing the wrong weapons to this f
