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Rick pulled over on Range Road Six about one hundred yards away from the Keller house at approximately ten-to-two in the morning. Jamie flicked his cigarette out the passenger side window. “I’m gonna go around back through the woods,” he said, squinting out the windshield. “s**t, I can’t see. Chris, can you see Keller’s truck?”
Christine peered out the window from the backseat. Her view was partially obstructed by some trees, but she didn’t see Cam’s pick-up anywhere. “No. I don’t see it. I don’t see anything,” she said, not seeing Jared’s old van which was blocked by some trees and parked up toward the top of the drive.
Jamie opened the door and got out of the car. “OK. Let’s go. Rick, pop the trunk.”
“Hang on, man,” Rick said, sounding not at all well about what he was doing.
