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should leave the office in an hour, be on the train at twenty-three
minutes before six and at home by six forty-five. She made coffee
and lifted the phone to see if it was working. It seemed to be all
right. The stereo music filled the house, shook the floor and rattled
the windows, but over it now and then she could hear the baby.
She tried to see outside, the wind-driven snow was impenetrable.
She flicked on outside lights, the drive entrance, the light over the
garage, the door to the barn, the back porch, front porch, the
spotlight on the four pieces of granite that she had completed and
placed in the yard, waiting for the rest of the series. The granite
blocks stood out briefly during a lull. They looked like squat
sentinels.
She took her coffee back to the living room, where the stereo was
loudest, and sat on the floor by the big cherry table that they had cut
down to fourteen inches. Her sketch pad lay here. She glanced at the
top page without seeing it, then opened the pad to the middle and
began to doodle aimlessly. The record changed; the wind howled
through the yard; the baby wailed. When she looked at what she had
been doing on the pad, she felt a chill begin deep inside. She had
written over and over, MURDERERS. You killed my babies.
MURDERERS.



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Martie Sayre called the operator for the third time within the hour.
"Are the lines still out?"
"I'll check again, Mr. Sayre." Phone static, silence, she was back.
"Sorry, sir. Still out."
"Okay. Thanks." Martie chewed his pencil and spoke silently to the
picture on his desk: Julia, blond, thin, intense eyes and a square
chin. She was beautiful. Her thin body and face seemed to
accentuate lovely delicate bones. He, thin also, was simply craggy
and gaunt. "Honey, don't listen to it. Turn on music loud. You know
I'd be there if I could." The phone rang and he answered.
"I have the material on blizzards for you, Mr. Sayre. Also, Mr.
Boyle's interview with Dr. Hewlitt, A.M.S., and the one with Dr.
Wycliffe, the NASA satellite weather expert. Anything else?"
"Not right now, Sandy. Keep close. Okay?"
"Sure thing."
He turned to the monitor on his desk and pushed the ON button. For
the next half hour he made notes and edited the interviews and
shaped a fifteen-minute segment for a special to be aired at ten that
night. Boyle called for him to bring what he had ready at seven.
There was a four-man consultation. Martie, in charge of the science-