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“Graeme!” I called out at the door. The intensity of Lowry’s glare sent me leaning back toward “he hates me.” I quickly stepped inside ahead of him. “It’s me, Sydney, and my favorite Sheriff’s deputy.”
There was no response. I rushed over to the table-cave, ignoring whatever Lowry was saying. Graeme lay unconscious, in the same spot I’d left him. Kneeling next to him, I poured my remaining bottled water into my hand and sprinkled it on his forehead and neck.
“Graeme?” I said softly.
His eyes fluttered open just as Lowry’s form appeared above us.
“Graeme Bargas?” Lowry asked.
Graeme looked uncertain for a moment, then smiled beatifically. “Detective Lowry,” his voice rasped. “My apologies for not coming in to see you sooner.”
“Uh-huh,” Lowry said. “Let’s see what we’ve got going o
