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The
miasma
was
worse
inside
the
car
,
a
stench
of
rot
and
illness
.
Shadow
felt
sick
.
He
reached
under
the
dashboard
,
found
the
black
plastic
handle
that
opened
the
trunk
,
and
tugged
on
it
,
hard
.
There
was
a
thunk
from
behind
him
as
the
trunk
door
released
.
Shadow
walked
out
onto
the
ice
,
slipped
and
splashed
around
the
car
,
holding
on
to
the
side
of
it
as
he
went
.
It
’
s
in
the
trunk
,
he
thought
.
The
trunk
was
open
an
inch
.
He
reached
down
and
opened
it
the
rest
of
the
way
,
pulling
it
up
.
The
smell
was
bad
,
but
it
could
have
been
much
worse
:
the
bottom
of
the
trunk
was
filled
with
an
inch
or
so
of
half
-
melted
ice
.
There
was
a
girl
in
the
trunk
.
She
wore
a
scarlet
snowsuit
,
now
stained
,
and
her
mousy
hair
was
long
and
her
mouth
was
closed
,
so
Shadow
could
not
see
the
blue
rubber
-
band
braces
,
but
he
knew
that
they
were
there
.
The
cold
had
preserved
her
,
kept
her
as
fresh
as
if
she
had
been
in
a
freezer
.
Her
eyes
were
wide
open
,
and
she
looked
as
if
she
had
been
crying
when
she
died
,
and
the
tears
that
had
frozen
on
her
cheeks
had
still
not
melted
.
Her
gloves
were
bright
green
.
"
You
were
here
all
the
time
,
"
said
Shadow
to
Alison
McGovern
’
s
corpse
.
"
Every
single
person
who
drove
over
that
bridge
saw
you
.
Everyone
who
drove
through
the
town
saw
you
.
The
ice
fishermen
walked
past
you
every
day
.
And
nobody
knew
.
"
And
then
he
realized
how
foolish
that
was
.
Somebody
knew
.
