Mac—the old gossip—knew about everything going on in that part of the world; and if Enschede was anything up to the picture the girl had drawn, McClintock would have heard of him, naturally. Her straight strawberry blonde hair was exactly Cathy’s. She wanted to scream, but there was no one to scream for. ‘Very well,’ he said, lowering his own weapon.
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