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Guardian angels apparently could not be relied on in a pinch. Mysterious Caller had never seemed much like an angel, anyway: too spooky looking, his style too ominous, and such sorrow in his eyes.As Moloch backed out of the parking stall, Fric wondered what had happened to Mr. Truman. He must be dead. When he focused on the thought of Mr. Trumanbehind the wheel. One man. No accomplices in the backseat. No gunmen elsewhere in the garage.The passenger’s side of the car was nearest to Ethan as he ran toward it. Against the side window at the front, Fric’s tousled head was tipped against the glass. He couldn’t see the boy’s face, but the head seemed to loll, as if Fric were unconscious.Ethan almost reached the Buick before the rising door provided clearance. Then dead, Fric discovered that the semiparalytic inhalant didn’t prevent him from crying. Entering the upper garage by way of the stairs, Ethan heard the growl of an engine, smelled exhaust fumes.[580] The Buick was poised for flight at the foot of the exit ramp, where the garage door had almost finished rolling up and out of its way.A man
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