||DATUM: ČETVRTAK, 2014-11-13, 08:18:07 | PORUKA # 1|
LOKACIJA: Kwajalein-Bouvet Island
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Their server stopped by again, order pad at the ready, and they both chose the homemade vegetable soup.For the first time in hours Sam looked out the front windows. The breeze still bent the bare tree limbs but the sleet had vanished. вЂњA short walk might keep me alert,вЂќ she said. She grabbed her jacket from its hook near the back door.Sam pictured blood or tissue, but she stopped her thoughts right there. вЂњSo, youвЂ™re thinking Carlos Tafoya?вЂќ
Susie gave a little start, which Dr Porhoet noticed.
She gave him a look that basically said get real. Employees always hate their bosses. But he was right. Nothing had been reported stolen. And the crime just didnвЂ™t have the feel of an angry person who was lashing out. Another reason to discount either the husband or the lover.вЂњSo IвЂ™m staying?вЂќ Sam still couldnвЂ™t quite believe it.
Ardo blinked. He was sweating, and the combat suit cooling systems did not seem to be helping. “What . . . what are you suggesting? What are you saying?”Ardo knew that the minefield ended within eighty meters of where he stood.Ardo and Melani struggled to move through the center of the township, now crowded with refugees. Helaman originally had been nothing but an outpostin the far reaches of Bountiful. Its town center was the original fortress compound with the defensive wall encompassing the main buildings. Since then, the town had grown well beyond those central walls. Now more than ten thousand people called Helaman their home—and nearly all of them had poured into the safety of the old fortress compound.
"I can't," said Philip. "But what do I care!"