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Mandy slid out from under the bed. Cautiously, she tip-toed from the bedroom, hurried along the hallway, entered the room where she had climbed through the window, and peeked out at the front of the house.
The man’s car was gone. Way off, in the distance, the dust cloud thrown up by his vehicle slowly dispersed in the still morning air. He was gone. He was driving fast, but he would be scanning the country on either side of the track looking for her. Perhaps assuming she would follow the road away from the house, he was back-tracking along the route searching for her.
Mandy breathed a heavy sigh of relief. She had time, she thought. As much as she wanted to be as far away from this place as she could get, as quickly as she could, she guessed she had time to get a few things together;
