Shannon opened his eyes, cold sweat
running down his back. For a brief heartbeat he had smelled that sickly pungent
odor again. For that same brief heartbeat he had a vague image of the person
who had been hiding in Janice Rowley’s car. An image of someone large, of
diseased flesh, and of evil. He couldn’t hold on to it, though. It slipped away
into the ether.
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