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... wasn't sure whose. Not just her nerves. A vague, intermittent rattling from the floor. Wendy looked over the edge of the bed, saw her personal cell vibrating to itself in the pile of discarded boots and gunbelts. She slipped out of bed and took it to the hall. Her cell didn't recognize the number any more, since she'd taken it out of autodial, but Wendy did. She closed the bedroom door ...
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