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A
soft
grunt
escaped
him
,
and
then
he
ran
around
to
the
driver
's
side
,
snatched
the
door
open
,
and
took
the
keys
out
.
In
his
mind
he
suddenly
heard
the
authoritative
voice
of
that
grim
father
figure
Karl
Malden
,
he
of
the
potato
nose
and
the
archaic
snap-brim
hat
:
Lock
your
car
.
Take
your
keys
.
Do
n't
help
a
good
boy
go
bad
.
He
went
around
to
the
rear
of
the
Civic
and
opened
the
hatchback
.
He
put
in
the
pick
,
shovel
,
and
flashlight
,
then
slammed
it
.
He
had
gotten
twenty
or
thirty
feet
down
the
sidewalk
when
he
remembered
his
keys
.
This
time
he
had
left
them
dangling
from
the
hatchback
lock
.
Stupid
!
he
railed
at
himself
.
If
you
're
going
to
be
so
goddamn
stupid
,
you
better
forget
the
whole
thing
!
He
went
back
and
got
his
keys
.
He
had
gotten
Gage
in
his
arms
and
was
most
of
the
way
back
to
Mason
Street
when
a
dog
began
to
bark
somewhere
.
No
--
it
did
n't
just
begin
to
bark
.
It
began
to
howl
,
its
gruff
voice
filling
the
street
Auggggh-ROOOO
!
Auggggh-ROOOOOO
!
He
stood
behind
one
of
the
trees
,
wondering
what
could
possibly
happen
next
,
wondering
what
to
do
next
.
He
stood
there
expecting
lights
to
start
going
on
all
up
and
down
the
street
.
In
fact
only
one
light
did
go
on
,
at
the
side
of
a
house
just
opposite
where
Louis
stood
in
the
shadows
.
A
moment
later
a
hoarse
voice
cried
,
"
Shut
up
,
Fred
!
"
Auggggh-ROOOOOO
!
Fred
responded
.
"
Shut
him
up
,
Scanlon
,
or
I
'm
calling
the
police
!
"
someone
yelled
from
the
side
of
the
street
Louis
was
on
,
making
him
jump
,
making
him
realize
just
how
false
the
illusion
of
emptiness
and
desertion
was
.
There
were
people
all
around
him
,
hundreds
of
eyes
,
and
that
dog
was
attacking
sleep
,
his
only
friend
.
Goddamn
you
,
Fred
,
he
thought
.
Oh
,
goddamn
you
.
