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I sit in the passenger seat of my pop's patrol car. A woman's voice on the police radio says the raid on the farmhouse has come up empty. No sign of the man, or a crow's mask. They've found the underground cellar but no sign or anything or anyone. The woman on the radio is Deputy Ross. She goes on to say the roads out of town have been blocked. They're setting up more roadblocks along the county line. An APB is out for a big, tall man with a head wound.
Pop stops the car on the street outside home. I'm wrapped in a brown blanket out of the trunk, shivering. I haven't moved since he hung the blanket around me and clipped me into my belt.
"I'll get the doc round," Pop says. "Get you checked out. Give you something for the shock."
I stare straight ahead through the windshield. Unblinki
