I said, “What—you had a vision?” “I don’t have visions. It was a presentiment. A feeling, an impression. But pretty specific.” She pushed the empty plate aside and slid one of the fresh orders in front of herself. “We’ve got time to enjoy these, but we’ll have to split before we can tackle the banana cream pie.” As Sparky tucked into his food again, I said, “But.” “Yes, dear?” Bridget said. “But shouldn’t we call the police?” “That won’t do any good,” she said. “They’ll think it’s a crank call. And the minute they show up, the Screamers will open fire.” “Then shouldn’t we warn these people?”
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