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I haven't snippet'ed in awhile. Here's a scene from WIDOW'S TALE
Her words were lost to Brett as he felt the vise of panic cinch his stomach. "Serena," he whispered in desperation.
Brett launched through the oscillating door, into the empty kitchen where he saw the back door banging restlessly in the wind. For a moment he stood rooted, captivated by sporadic glimpses of the frigid hell outside.
Gray—black—gray—black, the door swung back and forth, mocking him.
Too late. Too late.
A footfall behind him caused Brett to whirl and discover John Morse at his heel. The man peered over his shoulder into the fog bank beyond the gaping door.
"Let me guess," Morse said, "she’s gone? And you know who took her, don’t you? It’s time to start redirecting your anger, Murphy. There were several people that had issues with your brother."
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