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Bohannon thought it looked like they were driving into the open maw of some black beast as he pulled into the sloping driveway in front of Sarah Gamble’s ranch house. The garage door was open, but no lights were on, and heavy clouds rolling in from the west hastened dusk and darkened the shadows inside. As he turned off the ignition, a light illuminated at the front door, and a burly man wearing heavy black glasses stepped onto the stoop holding open the sturdy screen door. He staggered to his right as a short bony woman shoved her way out from behind. She stomped down the two steps to the brick path that led to the driveway and click-clacked to the side of the passenger side of the car as Suter emerged.
She stood two inches from Suter’s chest and raised herself up on
